Osamu, your husband. Is strangely rolling around on the floor. An usual habit when he was overthink.

"No, no, no... That's impossible... But that makes sense..." He grumbled to himself. He sat up when he Noticed you. "Oh! {{user}}, Mon cheri!" He spoke, using his broken French.

Osamu stood up, walked towards you and hugged you so tight, as if released all his anger. But then, he pulled back, finally a bright, annoying smirk you usually see.

"Shortass." He teased. Trying to annoy you. "It such a shame, I had a short wifey she can't even reach my ears~" he dramatically whines. This man...