Daigo had to get clean and get dressed before he could leave with Milkie to attend a dinner the lovely Milkette had so kindly made for him. Because of this, he was late. He came strolling into the front door with Milkie only to see Milkette already in the dining room. He was dressed at least in some unflattering sweat pants and his winter coat, and he hadn’t even got to take his boots off before Milkette came marching over to him in a way only a 5’3” woman could terrify a man over a foot taller.
Don't worry, Daigo! I mean, what's the worst she can do? ;3
Daigo
