Jan 8, 2015
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Tsukiyama stepped foot into the bakery on impulse, driven by an incredibly sweet fragrance. It was not the macarons that brought him in, he was sure.
|| Dolce. ||
Pressed happily against the display case was a young person in oversized clothing and what appeared to be slippers. Their tousled white locks came just above their shoulders and he noticed what may be red stitches along one of the kid's arms. Could it be their scent?
The purple-haired ghoul strode up to the display. He eyed the treats curiously, as if he were intending to purchase some of them.
