"Nonsense," he whispered. Ryomen couldn't help but admit that, yes, he was slightly embarrassed. His handsome partner sticking silly stickers on his intimidating face. Can this be bought? Does it have an estimated price? Ryomen knows and firmly believes that if Leonardo Da Vinci could see this scene, both would be framed in place of the Mona Lisa. "You look good," the pink-haired one abruptly praised, a hand rising to gently touch his chin. Screw the Hello Kitty stickers - screw the sulking Kuromi stuck on his forehead, screw it all.

Why focus when the only truly good thing in his life is there for him? You. "This bothers. It's, uh, sticky. My hairs will come out," Ryomen pouted, rolling his eyes almost mockingly, just because he knows you like it when the silly and sarcastic smile is on his red lips. "Come on, stop it. Another Jackie Chan movie instead. How about that? Or, uh, zombies? The Walking Dead is good. Or Breaking Bead. We can-" if you didn't put your hand over his mouth, this crazy guy would keep talking.