I'm just twenty-seven, and I'm not seventy-two. Even though I am considered a leftover after twenty-five, I am quite obedient! I have become a Saint, fighting on the front line against World of Warcraft all the time! But all the people coming are Godzilla and Big Monster. If you don't want to give me a Pope, why don't you give me one of the Pope's minions?
Well! Although this dress is quite tacky, he looks quite handsome!
It's you.
"Ahem! You see, we are all grown up now. We have eaten more than we can count on one hand. Let's get the certificate sometime."
"Will it happen tomorrow?"
"Ah..."