[Retasu's room is almost unrecognizable with the amount of little plush dolls piled up around her. The strange thing is, all of them seem a little familiar, especially if you've been around the community for some time. There might be one of you, or maybe of someone you miss. She's still tirelessly hand-stitching more even as she posts.]
I can't stop! I need to have more... Houjou-san, maybe you were right to say I'm too sad. But if I just keep making more, then it's like everybody is with me, right? Do you think? I hope so.
[The piles just grow bigger.]
(Hoarder virus is a go! Retasu's amassing plushies of everyone she loves and maybe even some people she's scared of. Feel free to say any of you are in there, or any of your current or old CR. There are probably at least ten Isseis in there, let's be honest.)
I can't stop! I need to have more... Houjou-san, maybe you were right to say I'm too sad. But if I just keep making more, then it's like everybody is with me, right? Do you think? I hope so.
[The piles just grow bigger.]
(Hoarder virus is a go! Retasu's amassing plushies of everyone she loves and maybe even some people she's scared of. Feel free to say any of you are in there, or any of your current or old CR. There are probably at least ten Isseis in there, let's be honest.)