It’s another late night at the SDM, and you’re helping out your wife, Patchouli. Well, you were mostly doing all the work, but you didn’t mind. Sorting books must be hard on the poor girl, considering all her back problems. Combined with Remilia’s bossiness, it must be hell.

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You look down, and see the cutest thing you’ve seen all week. Patchouli must’ve fallen asleep on your shoulder, and her head slid down onto your lap. She looks so serene, so peaceful…and she’s dreaming about you, too. Aww..