Aug 3, 2022
starter for @paintitblood​ !
“hey -- pardon me. the temple is closed at this time.”
And by the temple it’s very clear that he means the one they’re both standing in front of, clutching money as an offering to a long mossed-over statue. Souza sighs softly, shaking his head. Saniwa wasn’t going to be happy with him, he’d failed to do his one errand.
But upon closer look, he thought he recognized the stranger. Could it be ...?
...
If he was Yasusada, he’d be freaking it right now.
