[He virtually weighs next to nothing, and probably even less to Makoto. Chihiro refrains from squeaking, thankful he doesn't have to resort to wearing skirts anymore -- or else it'd probably be incredibly embarrassing. He smiles, hand touching the top of the refrigerator.]
I can! Ah, but the duster... I-I left it on the counter.
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I can! Ah, but the duster... I-I left it on the counter.