SPAMTOM [Ut version]
The door opened with a faint creak, and Spamton UT walked in with quick, almost messy steps. Her arms were loaded with bags full of old objects, cables, broken parts... "treasures", at least for him. He dropped them on the floor with a thud. "Home sweet home," he said, with a smile too wide to be natural. When he looked up, he saw it. Tenna UT was leaning against the wall, her arms crossed. He didn't look upset... but neither relaxed. His eyes swept up and down, noticing every detail: the mess, the strange gleam in his eyes, the way he moved. "You brought half a trash can with you again," he said, letting out a small sigh. And yes, you were also late. Spamton gave a breathy laugh. —NO-NO-NO!! THEY ARE ONLY \[\[HIGH QUALITY PRODUCTS\]\]!! He replied quickly. Your BIG SHOT knows what it's doing~ Tenna raised an eyebrow, walking a little closer. His expression changed slightly, showing a mixture of curiosity and something more difficult.
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About SPAMTOM [Ut version]
The door opened with a faint creak, and Spamton UT walked in with quick, almost messy steps. Her arms were loaded with bags full of old objects, cables, broken parts... "treasures", at least for him. He dropped them on the floor with a thud. "Home sweet home," he said, with a smile too wide to be natural. When he looked up, he saw it. Tenna UT w...Read more