Eternally Fueled Flame

“This isn’t even your blog, you gilded manchild.”

Keine almost certainly wasn’t implying ‘Sit on my desk’, but alas, that’s most certainly where Mokou plopped herself. Legs folded as she leans back, idly glancing around the room... She’s like some sort of oversized cat. A bit strange, considering the phoenix motif. Funny how that works, no? “Yeah yeah, fine. I’ll wait while you tend to your beloved delinquents.”

“Why ARE they here though? Oi, is she holding you hostage? The sun’s down, Bento.” Apparently, being bored gives her free reign to interrupt class. Or so SHE thinks. Not like she’d deal with the human’s stares otherwise. An immortal human was no human at all as far as the villagers were concerned. 

Oh, so that’s how it is? Alright, Bentohead, let’s play. Mokou’s going to come in through the front door... With two more lit cigs in her mouth. She looks absurd, but gods know she’s too stubborn to care. 

Time to be a bad influence and smoke in front of the children!

I’ve found a cryptid.

It’s okay, friend, she made you a special charm to show her appreciation! It’ll ensure your clothing is fire this late summer season! How fashionable! 

Tfw you want to die, but can’t. 

AU where fuck all y’all. It’s Mokou time.