*crunch*One: Ships that scrape through all the trash piles of curry and oxygen colas and keep their discovered coin desperately.*inhale**crunch*I'll deliver this coin as soon as the commander logs in...Ms. Tirpitz, you do look like Enty, don'tcha...One other: Ships that, out of love and obsession, emerging a heart mark, living desperately mad.*inhale*Enty!!Why in the world would you cut your hair...? It fits you so well...eeekI've been used to being in solitude...I've been used to being in solitude...One week without logging in... the dormitory has become a hell of want. Ships that live in the dorm can now be split into two categories...Yes, I prepared the milk... good boy, good boy...Is he logging in yet?
