“Just flip the damn card over and tell me what it is.”

⌈ ほのお ⌋—- “Fine, just calm your butt.” He inspects the paper-thin object, squinting at the horrible scribbles he believes must be a writing. “It’s a greeting card, I think. But lookie here, it’s for you.”
“Nope!— I don’t like labelling things.” He says it in his most enthusiastic tone. But he takes the sheet and unfolded it...
He just stopped listening…? “–Okay.” At least he was honest about it. But what the hell? Who just went around drawing...
“What about /it/ do you find boring? Are you not content that people are willing to follow you?”