Show off. And here I thought that I was doing a pure and noble deed.

["Pure" and "Kojirou" really didn't go together in the same sentence, but he was trying to look out for her there. How could he call himself a detective if he didn't have a sense of justice? He almost forgot about her body is different from other people. The good news was that he didn't have to resort using the M-Word. His mind was still wrapping around the idea of a materializing cafe.]

How have you been holding up? Looks like trouble still has a way of finding you.