Uuuuuuuuugh. This god-forsaken place is getting more and more packed with noisy noisy neighbors, and none of them wears a zip-up sweater and sings a cheerful song when they come home, which makes them the other kind of neighbor. Rogers-san, come save me...

Gaaah, and I haven't found any pudding yet-- Oi. Someone out there. Someone with pudding, ( Read more... )