📲I’m impulsive I know.. and being told not to do it is only going to make me do it more.. I need to work on that..

📲it’s just that your moms never here, kyoko is almost always mad at me, and such..
im sorry, it’s not my job to add anxieties to you, I’m supposed to help take yours away..

📲I’m just noticing I mess up a lot, and maybe my girls are mad at me.. you guys are usually mad at me.. maybe it’s just anxiety kicking in

Petting her head..

He just wants to show her some love..

… he can’t just cook something for his wife..?

“I won’t ask you to make room for my ex..
I’m just struggling to comprehend she’s alive again..” he rubs her head, brushing behind her ears. “You’re my number one, Kyoko.. and I love you so much..”

“I didn’t plan on it.. I love my family.. I love you..”

He closed his eyes looking away, he clenched his fists..
“Kyoko..”

His ears lowered..
He never did stop loving her
“That’s.. gonna be hard..”

“I-I.. would you be okay with that..?”

He grew pale, colder..
“Wh-wha..what did she want?”

“Nngh.. stretching me out nice and good~”