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>be you
>finally meet up with the neet girl you've been chatting with for months
>go to the address she gave you, it's the tiniest apartment you've ever seen
>knock on door
>picrel opens
>you can smell the unwashed skin and 2 week old cup noodle the moment she opened the door
>she's still really cute, so you enter anyways
>tons of miku and nino nakano figures scattered about the room, which looks to have been amateurly painted a light lavender color
>also tons of trashbags everywhere, but thankfully most of the random loose trash is just more cup noodles
>notice pc desk, and see a horribly clogged air outlet on the side of a tower. you wonder how it hasn't caught on fire yet
>she stammers out that there's not really anywhere to sit, so you both sit on the edge of the bed
>said bed is absolutely covered in various plushies, mostly cinnamaroll. you both barely fit and are pressed together to
>as she begins to autisticly talk about all the figures around the room, you can hear her slurp up saliva from her mouth as the braces make her drool
>you both have a nice conversation about anime for what feels like 30 minutes but when you look at your phone, it's been 4 hours
>she see's the look on your face as your notice the time and grabs your hand
>her tiny hands are sweaty and clammy
>she begins to blush heavily and asks you to stay a little bit longer
