No one is quite sure where this came from but it as somehow arrived in Kiritsuguâs roomâŚ.
But really, who cares? At this point of time, Kiritsugu couldnât care any less about who came and went in his room. His son would still come in try to find his guns. So unwrapping the odd item that looked rotten at first glance, Kiritsugu makes a quiet sound in delight. Setting it back down, he went to his door and looked outside, around...nobody? Nobody.
Good.Â
He was going to stuff this whole thing into his mouth and nobody will be able to stop him. Heâd certainly take this over a cigarette any day.Â
















