Is he logging in yet?Yes, I prepared the milk... good boy, good boy...One week without logging in... the dormitory has become a hell of want. Ships that live in the dorm can now be split into two categories...*crunch*One: Ships that scrape through all the trash piles of curry and oxygen colas and keep their discovered coin desperately.*inhale**crunch*I'll deliver this coin as soon as the commander logs in...Ms. Tirpitz, you do look like Enty, don'tcha...One other: Ships that, out of love and obsession, emerging a heart mark, living desperately mad.*inhale*Enty!!Why in the world would you cut your hair...? It fits you so well...eeekI've been used to being in solitude...I've been used to being in solitude...