Teacup-chan plopped into a teacup and fell asleep with a little plop.
Puu, puu.
Even though it had no nose or mouth, soft breathing could be heard. Mysterious, yet adorable.
Maids and attendants crept quietly on tiptoe, peeking into the teacup. They smiled warmly, like sunlight filtering through spring leaves, squirmed in delight, or even burst out with nosebleeds.
It was a peaceful and quiet afternoon in the household of Viscount Serpentaria.
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