Underdog's Requiem

  Honestly. What should I consider? First you’re calling me a filthy potty furry, now I’m a dear furry? Only you, Gri. How can I be Piss without my pile of Shit? Your many handles…which url shall I talk about as I go on with this sappy reminiscence of how we began writing together?  Yamashinas was the beginning, certainly. Affiliated life was fun, but really my enjoyment always came from yamashinas and scatterinthewind. I have a lot of praise for any whom I write with, but…you’re a truly odd one. Your obscure muse choices always kept me glued. Something about having a muse that so few know gives you some sort of talent for adapting to various tones and characters.  Where would we be if not for our crossovers? We’ve had this discussion time and again. Really, who needs castmates when I can have interactions like ours? I honestly don’t care how much we begin, how much we abandon. The journey itself has been an enjoyable one. I’m glad my Okami!Issun got the chance to nag at Yamashina and befriend Akagi within Citta’s walls.  Looking back, it’s interesting how much fun we had, but even more opportunities are opening as you’ve picked up Kaiji, and I a new iteration of Issun-boshi. More…modern things and flexibility than we already were fortunate to strive for. Heck, even if we don’t really do things with Chacha she’s still a large part of our growth as partners.  Your work with your new muses, too, is very inspiring, I’ll say. You have entered a hell I am very familiar with myself–icon hell for six whole characters. Whether this is dedication or obsession, at least I can say we are…passionate about what we do. I can’t wait to see the madness we conjure between Karauri and Nasubi and the sextuplets, as well as our apparent gambler family. It doesn’t really matter what series your muses are from, they’re all a family in the vast realm of Hell.   As your partner, it’s most joyous to subject you to this turmoil. We’ll see who breaks, shall we?

THEY ARE COMING....

  “The badgers are riiiiinging, see?”

“ This is YOUR fault ASSHOLE!! “

 jUST CHUCKS A HATCHET AT YOU WITHOUT EVEN LOOKING WHERE IT LANDS

HATCHET AIN’T NOTHING ON MY SUFFERING YOU DICKWEED

GRI I LOVE YOU BUT THIS IS PRECISELY WHY I HAVE TO KILL YOU

  “Hhhhhhhhh—!!”   In attempts to find balance within his corrupted corporeal senses, his limbs more like phantoms swathed the agitated one once more. A persistent one, clueless as to his totter within the posterior of another. Hulking, burly devils glared at the absurdity of it all, popping knuckles billowing an imitation aura that nearly complimented the ruthless Hozuki’s own.   “The nerve of Issun-boshi to show his face around here. It’s no surprise the type of company he keeps…” The first bara muses, his very exhale reeking of rot. His partner, mutually repulsed by the sight, provides him moral support as he speaks clearly his warning. “You better take your boyfriend home, lady. He’s already cut off for the rest of his sentence.” 

Cheeks flush at the  both embarrassment of the unintended display and the sheer force he has to put in order to just stand. So the best he can do is to shoot a defiant glare - the kind that’s makes it seems like he’s ready to fight. 

It distracted her, after all. How did he get a scar that big? On his face, at that?

“ You need something?! “

❈ “ Who knows… you might look like its mother… ”