What is it for.

Who do I contact about maintenance on a closet door.

Wait.

THAT WAS YOU, WASN'T IT.

I don't need a roommate, and this blatant attempt to make us breed is frankly making me fucking sick to my stomach. Additionally: what the hell do you mean there aren't any akuma here? Have you looked? Or rather, the fucking POINT is that you can't tell by looking, so until that bleeding-heart beansprout gets here and we can tell for certain, you should all stop being so relaxed about this. Don't show your back to anyone. If you fall behind, I'm leaving you to die.

I'm glad to be getting a vacation from the General and all, but really.