Why were girls who looked so glamorous on the outside always such a mess in daily life? When Sogo Doma had gone to pick up Utaha Kasumigaoka, her room hadn't been as outrageous as Mafuyu Kirisu's, but it had still been piled high with garbage bags. Shizuka Hiratsuka's home had been even worse, cigarette butts everywhere and liquor bottles all over the floor. It might have gotten better recently, though—after all, Nanami Aoyama had been helping her work and clean up her room...
Then there was Umaru...
If he hadn't helped her, that little hamster would have turned the house into a battlefield of trash!
Sogo Doma had thought that was already the limit, but after seeing Mafuyu Kirisu's home, he realized he'd been wrong. This world had never had any limits!
Sogo wanted to set her down, but he couldn't find anywhere to put his feet. No wonder he said these people kept challenging the limits of his tolerance. At least in Shizuka Hiratsuka's place, one could still turn over in bed. Here...
He found himself wondering how Mafuyu Kirisu had survived and managed to sleep here in the past. Did she just sweep the garbage aside until there was enough room for a bed?
"Sogo..." Utaha Kasumigaoka felt offended. "Stop talking about everyone else. You don't clean your own room either, do you? You just leave it all to Shaqiang..."
"So what?" Sogo Doma said. "I made Shaqiang. What's wrong with having it help out? You people don't even have a Shaqiang..."
"I've helped take out garbage bags before!" Before he could finish, Utaha Kasumigaoka shot back unwillingly. "You've never even taken out a garbage bag yourself!"
"Shaqiang handles it..."
"Then you still didn't do anything!"
"I made Shaqiang..."
"Sogo!!!"
"And robots..."
"..."
"Uh, let's not talk about