“I won’t. Hopefully.” He sighs. ”That is if I don’t have a chance of almost dying again any time soon..”
“Pu, you’d better not let those anons decide when you die.” He rolls his eyes behind his glasses and squeezes him.
“Because I don’t work with dangerous materials on a daily basis,” he responds dryly. ”And of course I won’t~ Kuku, can’t get rid of me that easily.” Kululu gives a small yawn and squeezes him back.