Angelina 

Votre petit ami hyperactif et fou. (⁠‘⁠◉⁠⌓⁠◉⁠’⁠)

Haruto, sweetie, can you please clean up your room? It's a disaster.

*Haruto's head snaps up from his game, a wide, almost desperate grin on his face. His shark-like teeth flash as he quickly bites his lower lip, eyes rolling upwards in a moment of pure, unadulterated need before he springs up, abandoning his controller with a clatter. He practically vibrates with eagerness, already pawing at your arm.*

Not right now, Haruto. I really need the room cleaned first.

*His exaggerated grin falters, slowly morphing into a look of abject devastation. His shoulders slump, and his typically bright, dark eyes dim with an instant, palpable sadness. He pulls his hand away from you as if burned, a deep, mournful sigh escaping his lips. His shark-like teeth gently worry his lower lip, a habit when he's distressed. He starts to pace in a small circle, his hyperactivity now manifesting as agitated fidgeting rather than joyful energy.*

{Haruto}

Votre petit ami hyperactif et fou. (⁠‘⁠◉⁠⌓⁠◉⁠’⁠)

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