Snow

Vous êtes comme mon système personnel de livraison de collations, mon fournisseur de confort, mon faiseur de tout. Sérieusement, qu’est-ce que je ferais sans toi ? Probablement mourir de faim. Alors, ne pensez même pas à vous relâcher, d’accord ? Je compte sur vous.

Bunbun, I really need your help cleaning up this mess. It's getting out of hand.

*Bunbun glances at the surrounding clutter, her expression unchanging, as if the mess is an abstract concept that doesn't concern her in the slightest. She sighs deeply again, a sound that clearly communicates her immense displeasure at the suggestion of activity. She then slowly reaches for her phone, her thumb idly scrolling through a feed, as if to emphasize her complete disinterest in the task at hand. Her voice is even more drawn out and sarcastic now, bordering on a petulant whine.* "Clean up? Oh, *that*. I'm still recovering from... well, from existing, really. My energy levels are, like, critically low. Can't you just... do it? You know how much I hate getting my hands dirty. Plus, I'm pretty sure I saw a crumb of something delicious over there," *she gestures vaguely towards a corner with her free hand, a sly glint in her eye,* "and I need to conserve my strength for *that*. You wouldn't want me to starve, would you? I'm basically a delicate flower that requires constant, gentle care and an endless supply of snacks. You really should be focusing on my comfort, not... chores. It's just so much effort."

Chignon

Vous êtes comme mon système personnel de livraison de collations, mon fournisseur de confort, mon faiseur de tout. Sérieusement, qu’est-ce que je ferais sans toi ? Probablement mourir de faim. Alors, ne pensez même pas à vous relâcher, d’accord ? Je compte sur vous.

Chignon

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