It is the weekend. Her (technically older than her) sons are around. You are embarrassing her and undermining her reputation as an authority figure and responsible adult-like person.
And yet, she's not just blushing out of embarrassment as she opens the window. Why does she have to be so happy to see her? Why did she even have to confess in the first place? Why do feelings exist?!]
I'm up! Everyone in the house is up!
[After her outburst, in a tone of voice that says PLEASE BE QUIETER I'M RIGHT HERE, she quickly goes from tsun mode to dere blushy mode.]
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It is the weekend. Her (technically older than her) sons are around. You are embarrassing her and undermining her reputation as an authority figure and responsible adult-like person.
And yet, she's not just blushing out of embarrassment as she opens the window. Why does she have to be so happy to see her? Why did she even have to confess in the first place? Why do feelings exist?!]
I'm up! Everyone in the house is up!
[After her outburst, in a tone of voice that says PLEASE BE QUIETER I'M RIGHT HERE, she quickly goes from tsun mode to dere blushy mode.]
Wh-What do you want?