[ Vita's drone is pretty good about answering the door, even if Hayate is out. When she steps in and sees the hot mess on the couch, she looks at first concerned, but that is before she approaches and takes in the smell of alcohol...
Then nothing can hold back her sigh. She leans down over the prone figure of her dear friend, hands on her own hips. ] Hayate...
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Then nothing can hold back her sigh. She leans down over the prone figure of her dear friend, hands on her own hips. ] Hayate...
[ Another sigh. ] What am I going to do with you?