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"Uwaa!!!"


The person that emitted this screeching noise is currently throwing the biggest tantrum on top of the table while she kicked the table with the back of her feet. Flandre-chan is currently wreaking havoc with her hissy fit.


Hinagiku, Mikoto, Kinuhata Saiai, Frenda, Takitsubou Rikou, and Astrea covered their ears due to the sheer volume coming out of that small frame of hers. Only Ikaros looked Flandre-chan who is still throwing a big fuss with ...

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