“Masato, let her sit on your shoulders,” Wise ordered. “Or get down on your hands and knees and let her stand on you,” suggested Medhi. Let a twelve-year-old sit on your shoulders or let her use you as a stool. The choice was obvious. “Go ahead, step on me.” “““Wha—?””” “Uh, just kidding! That was a joke! Shoulder seat it is!” Masato definitely wasn’t into getting stepped on by little girls. Not at all! Honest! “Oh no! If I’m on his shoulders, Masato can’t see inside!” “No, that’s fine… As long as you can see, Porta, I don’t mind. I’m mildly curious about Mom’s battle, but…I’m receiving something far more precious here.” Specifically, Masato’s face was gently pinned between Porta’s… No, let’s not go there. Masato’s not that kind of guy! Really! + Then he was going to be waiting here like this, with Porta on his shoulders, for a very long time. It was definitely taking its toll on his back and knees already. But the blissful feelings around his neck made it all okay… + “We’ve been given a glimpse of what it’s like for you here. I dunno how it works, but Sorella was recording things… Uh, don’t worry, I didn’t see the part where you changed clothes.” “That’s okay! I don’t mind if you see me change, Masato!” “Gah! That’s a delightful thing to hear… But this isn’t a laughing matter. It was really sad to watch you eating all alone like that.” + “I’ll go change!” She dashed over to her closet and started undressing… “…Masato.” Glare. “…Masato.” Glare. “Porta said she doesn’t mind! …Er, yeah, I suppose that’s not the point. Okay.” Masato turned right and savored the sounds instead. That was stimulation enough, and he thoroughly enjoyed himself. No, wait… He was supposed to be steeling his nerves.