[ ...

oh. he gets it. he hadn't meant to worry Lupine like that, and yet setting a hard line had been such a reflex. ]

So let me buy you a few shirts. You're in good escape artist company. Since you accidentally shared yours, I'll share mine. Our tale begins with, "screw the maid cafe version 2.0, because I can only bow and call everyone 'master' for so long before I get a rash."

Can't be helped. Terrible allergy.