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He looked at the weird girl with a single upturned eyebrow, his eyes going down to the arm she was showing to him. He never saw himself as an expert at anatomy, but he felt that arms probably didn’t bend that way.

“Hm… yep, looks broken to me. I mean, look at mine.” He pointed to his own arm, extending it to hers. “Mine doesn’t look like a ‘Z’. In fact, the only letter it vaguely resembles is an ‘I’. Maybe an ‘L’ if you look at it in a way. I guess that’s why they call it the L-bow, hahah…”

He sighed as he placed the hand back to his side. Out of all the puns he’d worked on, that one felt the least satisfying. It appeared he would need to go back to the drawing board on that one. Maybe this way others won’t be ‘board’ of it.

“Yeah, you’re going to need a splint. How did you even break your arm?”

            «☂» Disposition remained unchanging despite the male’s attempt at comedy. As a matter of fact, she never received any lessons in anatomy, so the girl merely believed that that eLbows were named after the letter ‘L’; it was so obvious, yet she had failed to put two and two together for so many years. He was DEFINITELY an expert at anatomy. Except... Wait, did he want her to put a splinter in her arm?!  

                      ❝A SPLINTER ?! I don’t think you’re a real doctor, yes? Trying to fake it ‘til you make it, huh?!❞

                 Was her reaction towards a misunderstanding of the word ‘splint’ a little too much for one who had been carrying herself around with a broken arm? No, definitely not. 

            She carried the book in one hand while her umbrella rested in the other as she walked outside. The book was rather big, so she could use it as a weapon if need be! So far, she didn’t have any qualms with the thing besides it being a tool to enable nerds to further themselves into the nerd void.

            The alien girl had neglected the title, assuming that it was some sort fantasy book. However, she innocently decided to gaze upon the large, large title. Her expression slowly filling with rage as she read the words “Dysfunctional Families: Fixing Your Familial Relationships”. 

                       ❝RRRRRGH STUPID BOOK!!❞

             Without a second thought, slender digits rip the book right in half, unintentionally throwing it at an unfortunate stranger who had been sitting at a park bench. Fortunately for them, the book fell apart in the process- showering them in a brief flurry of pages about dysfunctional family relations. 

            She would apologize, but she had to brood for a little while longer. It was the shonen thing to do.

            In her arms, she cradled a bag of rice with blankets that she found in the dumpster wrapped all around it. Kagura was going to have to SCAM people and while it wasn’t characteristic of a female lead of a shonen series, she was the best and those rules didn’t apply to her. 

          She approached a man in a suit; men in suits had money right? Holding her makeshift child, she began the monologue that she had oh so cleverly printed onto her arm to look at. Surely he would give her all his money, right?

                    ❝Hello. My name is Kagura and I am trying to support this real live kid in my hands, yes?The winters are so cold and both of us need to hiber-❞ 

           The writing had smudged on her arm after that. Luckily she was a professional improviser!

                     ❝Er... Both of us need to HYPER-DRIVE, so... Give me all your monies, miste- ❞

            She goes to extend her arm towards the person, completely dropping the incredibly convincing character that she had created. UNFORTUNATELY, it wasn’t only her character that had been dropped, but the fake child that she held in her hand dropped as well. Just like that, the bundle of joy in her arms had proved itself to be a bundle of grains.

            There were no words. 

            Odd glances were abundant; it was as if she was a celebrity or something. However, instead of looks of awe, she was receiving looks of pure horror. Two and two didn’t click until deep blue orbs gazed down to view a rather peculiar looking arm. Was her arm always making that z shape? Her arm wasn’t always like that, right?

           Nonchalant about a newfound injury, she approached the first person who she set her eyes on. Expression remained blank as she felt no need to feel alarmed. Somehow, her injuries always healed, but she was a little out of her element. Kagura held out her disfigured arm to the other.

                    ❝Does this look broken to you, stranger?❞

            It was totally broken.

            Unholy noises radiated from the girl’s core. Eyes were nearly lifeless as she dragged herself throughout the city- the scents of food only taunting the young alien. She had been given this A W F U L set of food that tasted like rubber- if someone were to take a bite out of Luffy’s arm, then it would probably taste like the gross food those strangers gave her. 

             Kagura now pressed her pale expression to the glass window of a restaurant. The angry, confused dispositions of the employees failed to deter her; she wouldn’t wander inside until she thought up of an elaborate SCHEME that was absolutely FOOL-PROOF! The girl would approach the person with the largest bowl of rice and challenge them to a death match arm wrestling match.

             There she stood, attempting to put on the persona of an average teenage girl; unfortunately, failure was inevitable once pale lips parted. 

                      ❝Oi, older-looking Killua-! If I beat you in the arm wrestling match you will give me your rice, but if you win I will pay for your rice. Sounds like a plan, yes?❞ 

            Little did he know that she had no money to pay for his rice, but SHE WOULDN’T LOSE!

Godfuckingdammit Kagura

random cryaotic quotes

             ( SUP. I’m so happy to be musing my sweet cinnamon roll Kagura again! She is the light of my life… ANYWAY! I figured that I would make a starter call! Starters will probably be short, outlandish, and will potentially break the 4th wall (I won’t do too much with that without permission, though!). So, threads will be on the more lighthearted side unless u wanna bring the drama.

             As a brief background, she is the strongest race of alien so her strength is pretty crazy, she has a big appetite, she has a good heart and will do anything for her loved ones, and is good at being a little shit. ( ಠ‿ಠ)

                    「What’s ‘cosplay’ mean? Is it something sad?! Do you NEED help?!?」

              «☂» Cue a judgmental gaze. This kid was taking this One P**ce cosplay too seriously! Did he forget who he was? Has the poor kid left his identity inside of that poorly stitched suit? She was no PSYCHOLOGIST, but she would do her best to help with this otaku’s identity crisis! Well... Unless he was a lost cause, then she would just leave him.