@nooklisms
💛 💜 ❤️ || the park is a lovely location, she's found, as they USUALLY are. places to relax, drowning in the mood, and a lack of loud MINDS coalescing upon the innermost shell of her thoughts. she prefers to fixate on the birds and squirrels, short legs pulling up beneath her. listening, PRIVY to their innermost thoughts and conversations, she is engrossed —- utterly entranced. a brief reprieve, oh yes, from the incessant crawling BENEATH her skull. she smiles, but is surprised by whom she sees.
a raccoon, walking and talking like a human, and carrying with him golfing equipment at that. the sight isn't too strange. she's from a land of FANTASY, after all and tanuki are alive and thriving in gensokyo. she rests her palm against the porcelain underside of her chin. ❝huh,❞ she says, LEANING forward. ❝golfing sounds like a strange hobby for a raccoon.❞
