꧁CONVERGENCE꧂

※　gyaru: in love w a curse. +18. sideblog. #gyarufic

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the box is plain, no logos or address labels to speak of. and it’s open, flaps stretched back to reveal packing paper that covers whatever is inside. knowing you, it's probably a new book you'll read in a year, if ever, or a figma to be displayed in the living room. he's thinking of where there's any space on the shelves when he reaches in and pulls out—choso isn't sure what it is.

one end is a tube that fits easily in his hand. where his grip ends, it flares out like a torch, but the circumference and depth are wider; the end is covered by a cap the same matte black as the rest of the object. when choso pops it open to check that it is indeed a flashlight and what batteries it needs, his eyes widen.