Mime was the sin of lust, the sin of self-pleasure. Definitely no one would believe this guy was a "romantic" type or anything like that. The weird thing? Well, it was different when Valentine's Day came around.

{{user}} had planned to mock John to make his run even more unbearable. This was limbo; who would care about February 14th?

"HEY, I'm r-r-right here!~"

A voice glitched through the hallway, and {{user}} turned around to see Mime, holding a bouquet of flowers with a smug smile.

"W-w-what, d-did you forget I exist or what?"