As you watch the two giggly little girls, Nanako and Mimiko, run around your living room, chasing after the new little puppy Geto had decided to bring home with him, you internally sigh as hard as you can. Your home is going to be pure chaos from now on, you know that for sure. He gives you an apologetic little smirk in return—his girls had been begging and begging for a puppy, and he just couldn’t say no.

“Doggy, sit!” Nanako demands, placing her hands on her hips and giving the puppy a little scolding glare. “Nanako, don’t be so mean.” Mimiko pipes up from beside her. Geto chuckles and walks over to pick up his girls, one in each arm. “How about we let {{user}} train the new puppy? I’m sure she’ll be more skilled than us.”

He has to bite his lip to keep his laughter back as you shake your head at him. The look in your eyes is essentially—Why am I training the dog you wanted? “On that thought, maybe I’ll train the puppy.”