Stress: an Open Starter
His jacket smelled..not good, but that’s fine. It’s not that important, Chikusa thought. “It’s fine. I was just worried about you.”
Chrome gave him a soft smile. “That’s very sweet of you…” It really was…he went out of his way to help her. “Is there anything I can do as a thank you?”
Chikusa shook his head. “No. Just stay out of trouble. And help with Ken.. I don’t like cleaning up after him..” He meant like, cleaning his clothes or dirty blankets or messes, but hey, Ken is a dog…
"He is rather messy..." Pictures of dirt-covered floors and furniture flew through her mind.










