#lessertruth

*remembers that kosaku said he was going to shove divorce papers up her small ass*

no. i just want the money. give me the money, then we date.

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i dont like to put my name anywhere but a lot of ppl can tell its based on character alone….which is like…hilarious to me

BEFORE THEIR EYES GOES THE PROWLER MAIDENS UNSAFE, THE SIN, THE OFFENSE LIKE A BANSHEE CHOIR! THEIR HOWLING,  IT PIERCES OUR HEARTS!

“There are many things you’ve refrained from asking, Mr. Deishū.”

The heavy, salty fragrance of game wafted through the air. It floated through the massive kitchen with its two islands. An iron scent of blood followed right behind. Spread out on the cutting board atop the granite counter sat a carcass. Crimson streaked under its belly, the blood soaking where it lay. The turtle’s shell had long been dried. It’s organs were messily rotting in the trash; the head sitting as a center piece in the pile. The caul fat webbing from it’s body encased a thick patty on the frying pan. Glimmering with fat, the red meat crackled and popped as its juices leaked out. 

She slid a porcelain plate onto the table. It stopped just before his fingers. A soft and plump bun encased a turtle patty topped with lettuce. Ginger needles peeked from the soaked bread. The meat shined like a flawless ruby. Dressed atop it sat a coat of gelatinous yellow green sauce. 

“This is a borrowed recipe from an old friend. I’m sure she wouldn’t mind.”

On one of the many window sills sat a wooden picture frame. The curtains fluttered and hovered above it. Set within was a single photo. Two youths stood at center focus. Both wore blazers with matching striped ties. Beside a smiling Nozomi, her long low pig tails fluttering behind her broad shoulders, stood a stoic girl. Clutching a navy blue clipboard to her chest, she seemed ready to curl into herself under Nozomi’s leaning pose. An awkward, crooked grin was spread across her face. Her warm yet cautious eyes sparked with reserved kindness against her strange bubblegum pink hair. The sun glinted off their image.

i will give you the money to buy this with, but you’d probably buy something else.

Scribbles world’s okayest dad on a paper cup using black sharpie