[ From one bad health month to another bad health month. Momo's learned by now not to take these lapses in personal management personally anymore— this town is hellbent on making him feel lousy, and there's not much he can do about it but make the best of what he's given.
So. Here he is, bundled and tired, checking for messages on his laptop.
Maya always delivers on a good time; he smiles when he sees her pop up on his screen. ]
momo to maya! i copy! (｀･-･´)/
the health could be better, but i'm still my cute momo-chan self!
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So. Here he is, bundled and tired, checking for messages on his laptop.
Maya always delivers on a good time; he smiles when he sees her pop up on his screen. ]
momo to maya! i copy! (｀･-･´)/
the health could be better,
but i'm still my cute momo-chan self!
i bet you're working super hard again
i wish i had a phone i could call you on
over!