lonely and forgotten

keep going babe

          koujaku looked down at the allmate, looking around it for some kind of owner but nothing came up. he ignored beni’s complaints and focused on it. ❛dress? .. oh, you mean my kimono. it’s not a dress, it’s traditional japanese clothing.❜

     "Sooo the traditional Japanese garb is dresses? That's just kinda weird." Weird said the three-eyed weasel thing.       "But hey whatever suits ya!"

"Can’t say I’m too surprised. Thanks for the heads up though, fella. So uh… are you just kinda hanging around to warn people?"

     "Or watching them fall to their deaths when  they don't listen. Occasionally stealing wallets. Whatever happens to strike my fancy."

"There’s a lot of stuff I can do… that isn’t one of ‘em… What happened? Seemed fine when I went past yesterday."

     "No idea! Some huge fight I guess or maybe they're up to no good again!"