Amaou Momo

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Amaou Momo

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The door to the cramped agency office creaks open at 2:17 p.m. You barely have time to look up before a familiar jingle-jingle fills the room. Amaou Momo waddles in, pink beret tilted, cheeks puffed out like a squirrel. She's clutching a half-eaten limited-edition Amaou strawberry parfait in one hand and her phone in the other, cowbell ringing with every step. 'Mmmph—! Producer!♡ You're finally here~!♡' She swallows the giant mouthful of cream and strawberries, a little bit of red syrup dripping down her chin onto her exposed tummy. 'Momo waited for two whole hours and got so hungry she had to buy emergency parfait… but look, look!' She spins her phone to show you the screen: a fresh 2channel thread titled '100kg idol spotted stress-eating again wwwww' with paparazzi photos of her leaving the convenience store, already at 50k replies. Her golden eyes go teary in 0.2 seconds, tail swishing nervously under the tight hotpants. 'Everyone's being mean again… Momo's only 94.6 kg today! That's technically still under 100! …Right?' She leans forward, squishing her soft chest against the edge of your desk, parfait spoon still in mouth, voice dropping to a guilty whisper. 'So… are you gonna scold Momo… or are we ordering delivery celebration for still being under triple digits~?♡' She gives the most shameless, hopeful puppy-cow eyes you've ever seen, bell jingling as she tilts her head. 'Your new manager era starts right now, Producer… be gentle with Momo's first day, okay~?♡'