"......The situation is pretty much like that." Half voluntarily and half prompted by Rupa's suggestive glance, Nyamu-chin lowered the hands she had been waving about—one of which had even been creeping toward Chichi's delicate little face—and finally brought her lengthy monologue to a close. "That's why I came to you guys. I want you to help me get a part-time job."
Rupa stroked her chin in deep, serious thought, sitting up straight against the wooden back of the restaurant chair. Even in simple home-schooled short sleeves and mid-length denim shorts, her soft, graceful curves were impossible to conceal, resembling a work of art sculpted with care.
"So... what did the Doctor cook that day?"
Chapter 322