127 Dog Day

"Wow... wow it pulls out"

"True... you're so out of this...!

More and more dog hair has fallen out of the house recently.

So I tried to start brushing the shrew that is the killer...... what makes this infinite?

"But it feels good. What a delightful face."

"Dogs are surprisingly expressive..."

Collect the hairs Lana pulls out on the side.

Shrew stretches his short hands and feet "mmm," and weakens.

Bello comes out and meditates his eyes on that look that entrusts everything here... what a wild tasteless...

"Why are you so out of it?

"Wouldn't that be the hairstyle Wazz said? He said he had summer hair and winter hair."

"Uh, is this the hair change period?... Wow, you're falling out..."

"True... I don't care if you do it or not... I don't know what's going on"

Dog hair changes, awesome.

But, well, it seems nice to brush.

But no heart... Casa, like it's getting dusty with Casa?

"You're starting to want to wash it."

"Does a dog take a bath?

"Shall I let you in tomorrow?

"Right!

The next day.

That's why I put hot water in the large bathroom (about) and put in the shrub.

I didn't like it, but it was surprisingly quiet.

The only soap I use is olive oil.

Foam with your hands and apply to the wet hair of the shrub.

Shaggy, shaggy.

……

Quiet......!

Irresistible as you sit.

Do you feel good about the water, you look happy with the velo out?

And when you've finished washing your whole body, the fact of impact is discovered.

"... shrunk..."

"Fran, I brought you a towel. Shh, I'm done washing... what the fuck! Oh, this is a shrug!? No, it's a dog in the first place!?"

"Dog. There's no mistake in shrugging. But I didn't think I'd shrink this much either... Wow, and mundane."

"Shh, that's amazing, and mundane..."

Rinse off the foam.

Wipe it with the towel Lana brought me and dry it in the dryer. Well, surprise.

"Ha-ha-ha!

"Hahahaha......!

I feel like Shrew is saying "do as you please" on Doya's face, but isn't it too nostalgic?

Let me sweeten your words.

Lana clings on and rubs her cheek.

Then half his face disappeared into his hair.

You'd think it was a lie, but my hand could be buried in my hair, and Lana's face would sink.

Wow, what is this, fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...!

Hair quality shouldn't have changed, but the surface is saggy and smooth as your fingers.

Forget the time, stroke it around with Lana, and mundane.

No longer, isn't it a sin?

What is this, hard to leave?

Lana is also obsessed and stroking. Right, I get it.

"" Ah. "

The hand I was stroking accidentally overlapped Lana's hand, which I was stroking as well.

Thin fingers, as small as a turn.

Eyes on each other. But we're somewhat embarrassed about each other and we shrug our gaze off.

For that matter, my hands don't move.

Stopping as it is, I slip through between us and move under the table just to say I'm tired of the shrubs.

The rest of us are just laying our hands on top of each other. What is this?

…………

Because of this, I'll try to hold hands that were just overlapping.

I got sexually embarrassed, but I thought I was happy.