inky blackness that shies away from company of a different hue. snow white. one who goes untouched by the eyes of a snake, oh how the deceit is still so young. but the shadows here are listening, and they don’t like what they hear. it wasn’t uncommon for either of them to bump bodies, seeing as how often gin enjoyed walks and kyōraku was out for a brief stroll himself. ❛ good afternoon, gin. i suppose you’re out and enjoying the weather as well? ❜ ( @godkilller.
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