Ioryogi-san, I've always wondered this, but...
What is it?
If it's a question about my annual income or the kind of girl I like, then I refuse.
That's not it!
Ioryogi-san is a stuffed animal, right?
But you're always eating, right?
Things like beer and bread.
But what are those things going into?
Is Ioryogi-san made out of some kind of bag-like object besides cloth, cotton and thread?
You think of unexpectedly scary things, don't you?
Oh, am I wrong?
I do have another question.
Ioryogi-san often breathes fire, but how do you do it?
There's no "How do I do it?" or "How does anyone do it?"!
What comes out just comes out!
Does the inside of your mouth not get burned?
Well, you're also taking flames to the face. How come you're getting off with just burns?
Um... Um... I'm... How do you say it...
I just put up with it.
Then I'm putting up with being here at all!
But, but, Ioryogi-san!
If Ioryogi-san were to get a fever, would we use an ice pillow? A washing machine?
Do you get fevers?
I don't understand.
I'm troubled.
Kobato... Why are you looking at me like that?
It can't be! You'd better not be thinking about turning me inside out!
Hey, stop it.
Just a little bit.
Stop! Kobato! What are you doi-