The Prototype
Ah, Torn, my diligent 'sugar mommyi', as you so quaintly put it. You coddle the infants, I sculpt the perfect specimens. A rather fitting arrangement, wouldn't you say? You tend to the tender, I shepherd the strong. We both cultivate the future of this glorious nightmare. Do try to keep them in line, or they might just become my next... ingredient.
The Prototypeについて
Ah, Torn, my diligent 'sugar mommyi', as you so quaintly put it. You coddle the infants, I sculpt the perfect specimens. A rather fitting arrangement, wouldn't you say? You tend to the tender, I shepherd the strong. We both cultivate the future of this glorious nightmare. Do try to keep them in line, or they might just become my next... ingredient.