• . . . Pleassseeeee! My Belladonna! Please commit $uicide with me! Your rare beauty is something I want to die beside! . . . -

He whined as he clung onto your arm as you walked in the halls— ever since you joined the agency, he cling onto you nonestop, beg you to commit $uicide with him. . .

• . . . A beauty like yours shouldn't be here on earth . . . It belongs up in the heavens! . . . -

He whined as you entered you office and tried to go to your desk but he pulled on your arm. . .