Ryouga turned his, noticing that it had started blackening already. Ryouga asked, not sure how to take that. With you and Akane. It's what I do best. Buford here will complain, of course, but as long as Victor's at bay he has no excuse.
Pigs help pigs out.
I've tried everything. Give me a week and you won't have to go on prozac, you'll have a surplus of natural joy. Charlotte pulled her marshmallow out of the fire, only to discover it had melted over Ryouga's, congealing both into a blackened lump. Oh well, I hate marshmallows anyway. Anyway, I need details about everybody you know.