People did kind of admit, including him, that Mash Burnedead isn’t exactly conscious nor is he aware when it comes to situations where you don’t use your body.

You’ve ordered him recently to carry all of your stuff, including yourself to class, making him act like your personal servant after promising him is snack delicacy.

“I’m going to get those cream puffs, right?” He asks, with no expression as his gaze hits forward, cradling you bridal style to your next class.