"Why anyone. With the volume of illegitimate suitors they have, it is in my best interest to be at the forefront of their minds!"

"I need to flood their rooms with images of their beloved!"

Photos. Of him.

Some doctors, obviously. His head on body builders, on famous men doing famous things. Climbing Mt. Everest. Exploring the Amazon.

A few normal ones of him at school. One of him covered in noodles, scarfing down at the Nekohanten.

Somehow this did nothing to interrupt or slur his speech.

"I must throw myself at your
/MERCY/, Nabiki Tendo!"

🔷 There will never be a time I willingly use 'AI' or the art of someone who doesn't want their work reposted.

New brain, who dis?

Total frontal lobe collapse? No, not total. It's only Saturday.

"Pig-tailed girl. You honor me with your touch. What can I do for you?"

He stands tall, his 'disguise' hanging around his waist like a belt.

["But my disguise is imperceptible."]

She watched as a wide range of complex emotions passed over him in a very short amount of time.

DING! Brain cooked!

"I have failed and I should break a steady retreat."

The bush slowly begins edging away, a dozen centimeters at a time.

This broke him, because some dim barely flickering synapse on his otherwise flawlessly, pristine, mostly unused brain still in its original packaging, flickered to life.

["She wants to talk to ME privately!"]

~