✿ poverty goddess ✿

“Dressing as a Capypa would definitely scare Yatty, doncha think?”

//he.. hewwo... I haven’t been around in four score and twenty years..  so on that note, can you pleas LIKE this if you’d be willing to be amongst the first interactions for a newly revived Kofuku RP blog?

And so, like many years previous, the bright-haired goddess looked down at her destruction; finally realizing that it was a lost cause. Not to mention, there was tape everywhere.

“Do you think chocolate is better? Or strawberry?”

She loves them.

Kofuku had made a great sacrifice. All day, she had desperately begged to go Christmas shopping; but no matter how hard she pleaded, Daikoku refused to let her leave the house. The fact upset her - what was wrong with buying gifts for her friends? It wouldn’t take long at all! So, stubborn as she was in these occasions, the poverty goddess had snuck out. This was not a normal outing, however - the goddess wouldn’t let herself be caught, no matter the cost. For this to be possible, she had been unable to slip downstairs to grab so much as a coat, and had escaped through the window upstairs. Winter as it was, the streets were cold and rimmed with snow, and so the lilac-hued goddess wandered through them, half-regretfully, without even a jacket.  

Peering carefully around a building, a small body eyed for anyone passing by - or rather, she checked for her very unhappy chaperone - who did not seem to be nearby. As she realized that she had gotten away, the goddess of poverty felt her heart swell; it’d been awhile since she managed to give Daikoku the slip. Despite the fact, she moved carefully, slinking through an unknown yard and out into the street. Her manner made her off as extremely suspicious, at the very least. However, now that she was free, Kofuku had far too many exciting ideas to worry about something so trivial. This was the lower realm - so she needn’t worry about being spotted.

Starter call! Just like this, ya’ll know the drill 

eYY you too!

“I c-can too reach it!”, the bubblegum-colored goddess proclaimed stubbornly, adjusting her precarious balance on a chair as she did.

"Let's drink our sorrows out with the elves and some eggnog."