"Strange. This heart tastes as hollow as those fans of mine."

"Uh... It's a cushion."

"Huh? Why would people make them look like this?"

"Well... a cushion is for..."

"Shut up! I know what is a cushion!"

"Uh.... Hey! What you just said about your fans?"

"What about them?"

"That they are hollow?"

"Oh, that? They like me because they say that I'm beautiful and even *scoff* cute."

"What's wrong about that?"

"They don't like me for what I'm really are. Just how I look."

"Uh..."

"Do you like me because I devour love, I'm deceptive to trap my enemies and refuse to be.... Ugh! turned good?"

"Kinda."

"Huh?"

"Does that touch you to know that someone genuinely love you for what you are?"

"Nah."

"What?"

"You would be my... twenty seventh that I would taste?"

".....Huh?! T-that's..."

"Want me to taste you to be sure?"

"Uh..."



Lovely work