[なゆただいち] 抱いて ぎゅってして
#69410 - A few feet beyond Tanya, Tabatha lay on the concrete floor, also bleeding from her eyes and nose. He was wearing a dark colored uniform and seemed to be dressed for combat – heavy vest, helmet, some sort of battery pack on his back (a radio?) and he carried a weapon of some sort. “Yeah, that,” Alicia confessed, “and anything and everything else that comes out of your mouth.