"We're here, get out of the car." Toru Amuro parked the car in the underground garage, opened the door and walked down the road.
"Aren't you going to drag me on anymore?" Tsushima Shuji opened his eyes, yawned slowly and asked, his tone still a bit regretful.
"I don't want to walk by myself," he said.
"I don't want to drag a guy who weighs a hundred pounds all the time." Amuro said with dead eyes.
Does that guy Kaa think he is very light?
"Tsk, you're so shameless when you can't even lift a hundred pounds." Tsushima Shuji said with a sigh.
But he didn't ask Amuro Toru to carry him away anymore. He stretched himself, let out a long sigh, and returned to his serious appearance.
"I'm going to check the mailbox, you guys go up first." Toru Amuro said in a natural tone.
He has to deal with the pile of inexplicable letters, commission letters, confession letters, or other things of unknown meaning in the mailbox.
Shuji Tsushima always receives a bunch of strange letters, just like Shuji Tsushima has a group of strange fans who claim to suffer from flower vomiting and butterfly syndrome.
Every time Toru Amuro’s worldview is challenged.
Cleaning out your overflowing mailbox once a week becomes a necessity.
As for what to do if there is no letter...
Toru Amuro never thought about this possibility, because it was impossible not to have faith.
"Sorry to trouble you~" Tsushima Shuji raised his hand and waved.
After seeing the other person enter the elevator, he put down his hand and smiled with an unknown meaning.
"You're really self-conscious," he said, looking at his reflection in the elevator.
"It is indeed very conscious." Midorikawa Mu said.
"She's good at training dogs." Sora Sakai said with his eyes closed while wearing headphones.
"Dog training? I don't do dog training, that kind of disgusting thing..." The black-haired boy with wild eyes showed disgust.
"I won't do it." He said firmly.
"You probably can't tame Bourbon with dog training methods." Midorikawa Muya said with a smile.
Neither he nor Bourbon are easily tamed.
If anything, they are more like Stockholm patients now.
Every element is met.
At first they felt the threat of death from Kaa and wanted to stay away.
After that, I felt lonely and childish from Kaa, and felt that he was a little pitiful, and then...
Being threatened again and again, compromising again and again, from resistance at the beginning but helpless, to becoming accustomed to it later, and even to active cooperation now.
The victim develops a feeling of identification or even dependence on the perpetrator, a condition known as Stockholm syndrome.
What's even more frightening is that they know this very well, but they can't get rid of this situation, and even... don't want to get rid of it.
But there was no need to tell Laphroaig about such a thing.
Kaa himself should also know.
Although Kaa didn't do this on purpose, it was even more terrifying because of this.
He did this unconsciously, it was just instinctive.
Good and bad, cold and hot, they are like flying a kite, and they are the kites being flown, and the only string tied to them is in the hands of the other person.
The other party doesn't even care about the thread at all. It's them who need to worry about the other party letting go of the thread.
"Aren't you dogs?" Sora Sakai looked at Midorikawa, his tone was very calm, as if he was just telling a fact.
"...Maybe you want to be bitten by a dog?" Midorikawa was silent for a moment and showed a very gentle and polite smile.
Sakai Sora and Midorikawa Mu looked at each other, their two pairs of blue eyes equally calm.
After a moment, the two looked away together.
There is no need to start a fight here.
The elevator stopped at the top floor, and there were no other floors until the elevator, only the rooftop, the top floor, the first floor, and the underground garage.
Laphroaig stood silently on the top floor for a moment, walked out of the elevator, turned around and entered the ordinary elevator next door.
He lives downstairs.
"Don't you want to stay and chat?" Tsushima Shuji asked casually.
"That's enough." The red-haired young man said, and the elevator door closed.
What he meant was that they had talked enough these days.
Tsushima Shuji didn't care and returned to the apartment.
The moment the door opened, a white Shiba Inu and a calico cat rushed over.
Shuji Tsushima hugged the calico cat while avoiding the Shiba Inu.
"Hey, long time no see." Shuji Tsushima fell into the sofa and greeted Harrow and Madara in a dull voice.
After not seeing each other for a few days, both the cat and the dog had gained a lot of weight from being fed.
It was obvious that the people feeding them had no idea how to read moderation.
"You two...should it be time to lose weight?" Tsushima Shuji made a square shape with his index fingers and thumbs, looking at the calico cat and Shiba Inu for a while.
"I realized when I picked it up that you have almost caught up with the three past you." Shuji Tsushima looked at the calico cat and said in a serious tone.
In just a short period of time, my weight soared.
Eat as much as you want without knowing how to exercise restraint.
"And you, if the dog is too fat, it will be eaten." Shuji Tsushima looked at the white Shiba Inu again and said in a light tone.
Harrow shook silently.
"Start losing weight today. From now on, it will be one meal a day. Scotland, you and Bourbon must not feed each other too much. I don't want to raise two pigs..." The young man said nonchalantly.
It was obvious that he was very dissatisfied with the obese appearance of a cat and a dog.
"It doesn't matter what I said, Bourbon..." Scotland's tone was hesitant.
"What's wrong with me?" Bourbon, the person involved, pushed open the door and entered with a half-smile on his face.
"After all, you dote on Harrow very much. You might choose to indulge Harrow because of the father-son relationship." Scotland's expression remained unchanged and he still said calmly.
"What are you talking about?" Bourbon was a little confused.
Why does it involve the father-son relationship between him and Harrow?
"Your son is fat and needs to lose weight. You have to act like a stern father! Bourbon!" Shuji Tsushima pointed at the fattened Shiba Inu and said to Bourbon sadly.
"Ouch?" The white Shiba Inu looks even cuter because it has gained weight, and its confused voice is also very cute.
However, Shuji Tsushima is a guy who cannot appreciate the cuteness of dogs.
"Having gained weight? It seems like a little." Bourbon bent down, picked up Harrow, weighed it, and nodded thoughtfully.
"It's time to lose weight." He said.
"Right, so let's change their meals to one meal a day." Tsushima Shuji nodded crazily.
"One meal a day... Are you going on a diet to lose weight..." Bourbon's tone was hesitant.
"Don't want your son to go hungry?" Scotland smiled.
"Dieting is not efficient enough to lose weight, so we need to add exercise. Starting from today, let's run on the treadmill for an hour every day, hello." Bourbon thought for a while, patted the Shiba Inu on the head and said.
"Woof?" The white Shiba Inu stuck out its tongue, a little confused.
"With diet and exercise, you will see results within a week, come on." Bourbon said to the Shiba Inu with encouragement.
