[Far be it for Takeshi to push away from physical affection from Heather; he sighs blissfully, surprisingly (what kind of six-year-old sighs in bliss really at all).]
I'll always be happy with you here!
[But — huff! He looks up at her, scrunching his nose.]
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I'll always be happy with you here!
[But — huff! He looks up at her, scrunching his nose.]
Boogers are gross.