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Hatsuharu stumbles in looking more than slightly lost, but then, he often looks more than slightly lost. A few moments of that though and he remembers. Ah, right. The place. With the stuff.
You'd think a person who is also more or less a cow half the time would have more qualms with using cow products in their daily life. But Hatsuharu orders milk and parks his leather-clad ass down on a chair to make himself comfortable.
He scratches his head idly. "...Now what did I come here for again?" he says aloud, trying to remember. It was never fun walking into a room and forgetting why you were there.
You'd think a person who is also more or less a cow half the time would have more qualms with using cow products in their daily life. But Hatsuharu orders milk and parks his leather-clad ass down on a chair to make himself comfortable.
He scratches his head idly. "...Now what did I come here for again?" he says aloud, trying to remember. It was never fun walking into a room and forgetting why you were there.