Once upon a time, in a different future or maybe some random past...
"Say, Zombie. Don't you think that we spend too much time together?"
The red-haired villainess, Cranberry put down her book and looked up at the blue-skinned corpse puppet whose lap she was using as a comfortable cooling chair.
"No."
Zombie's answer was instantaneous and definite.
"...ha... me neither actually... well, but you know, if we're with each other twenty-four hours a day, every day. Won't we eventually get tired of each other?"
The red-haired girl continued even after the initial response.
"Cranberry, you have literally told me something completely opposite many times already. What got into you all of a sudden?"
Zombie furrowed his brows and tilted his head in utter confusion, staring at the red-haired girl.
"...you must promise me that you won't laugh at me first..."
Cranberry suddenly blushed and looked away in embarrassment.
