(And like the darling wife she is, Kreutzer will wait patiently for him in the living room.
But thankfully, her dolls aren't slimed and are fully aware of how wrong this is. So Assam, like the resourceful doll she is, convinces the others to fill up as many buckets with water as they can so they can wash the slime off of Kreutzer.
Slight time transition and they toss the water at their creator, shaking it off as she slowly, but surely comes to her senses. Simply put, she's disgusted.
She hugged that zombie. And he hugged her. And she dared mention romance around him? She's shuddering more from discomfort than the cold.
And her dress? Forget about it; she ripped that thing off and wrapped herself in layers of towels and blankets; she'd never wear that thing again. She just wants to go back to her room, lock herself in there and forget this day ever happened.)
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But thankfully, her dolls aren't slimed and are fully aware of how wrong this is. So Assam, like the resourceful doll she is, convinces the others to fill up as many buckets with water as they can so they can wash the slime off of Kreutzer.
Slight time transition and they toss the water at their creator, shaking it off as she slowly, but surely comes to her senses. Simply put, she's disgusted.
She hugged that zombie. And he hugged her. And she dared mention romance around him? She's shuddering more from discomfort than the cold.
And her dress? Forget about it; she ripped that thing off and wrapped herself in layers of towels and blankets; she'd never wear that thing again. She just wants to go back to her room, lock herself in there and forget this day ever happened.)