All their aparments look like they belong to serial killers.
Impressions:
Have some self-respect lady. Dude broke into your home, demanded you become his servant, and the other one is effectively blackmailing you into pretending to be his girlfriend. Not that you’re a prize catch either. I don’t care what you’re a fan of. If I enter someone’s house and it’s wall to wall covered in pictures and memorabilia of any one thing, whether it’s Beany Babies, Minions, Dr Who, pomeranians, whatever, I’m finding an immediate excuse to get the hell out. This is a standard joke for every creepy B&B going back to before I was alive. You aren’t a cute fan. You are a weird obsessed crazy person who needs therapy. Even collectors know to have a separate fetish room.
Typical awful shoujo setup of a doormat being beset by overly pushy dudes, which she not so secretly loves because doting on them as they abuse her is her greatest joy in life. They’re not serious serious about their manipulation and abuse after all. See the silly faces she makes? It’s funny and adorable. The eyes wouldn’t be so big otherwise. Nor the reactions so over the top. Hilarity.
