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The special item? You pick it up, turn it over in your hands. It doesn’t seem to affect you, the user, in any way. Perhaps you have to consume its contents… ? A further examination is required, lest you end up ingesting some form of toxin. The bottle is made of opaque glass, and the label plastered on it reads: Lamb Sauce. Of course, having made it this far in the Kitchen of Hell, you are no donkey. You open the cap, your senses honed to a razor edge so you can escape the worst of it if by chance, it is another trap. But alas! Your caution is for naught. The bottle is empty. Frustration crushes you worse than the bones you have broken in your endeavor for this. Your scream echoes in the empty hollow: WHERE’S THE LAMB SAUCE?!

LOOK AT HIS SMILE IM BLESSED

same honestly

WOAH WHAT THE FUCK

THHIS MANGA IS SO EMBARRASSING ALREADY FROM JUST ONE PAGE IM LOSIGNN MY SHITJGHDFJKGHSD

Viva la Vida (David Garrett cover) - Coldplay

Winter - Antonio Vivaldi

Clair de Lune - Claude Debussy

Rondeau from Abdelazer - Henry Purcell

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                    "What’s with restaurants always chargin’ so much for food just ‘cause it’s fancy??”

                    Lumiose City was a lot of things, and those things swung every which-way depending on the part of town, but one thing parts of it undoubtedly were was uppity. It wasn’t like he’d meant to do much in the city today; other than performing some general system maintenance on the Lumiose Pokémon Centre Cassius hadn’t really had many plans, and without much pocket money to spend he found himself quizzically eyeing up the nearest restaurant. What was with the name of it, anyway? Sushi High Roller? Really?

IF YOU KNOW YOUR ENEMY AND KNOW YOURSELF, you will not be imperiled in a hundred battles. If you know yourself but not the enemy, for every victory gained you will also suffer a defeat. It was thus that Lelouch found himself analyzing the man who was well on his way to proving to be a formidable opponent. Either the object of his attention was observant enough to have perceived his discreet glances or it was by pure chance that their gazes met. Daunting as it was to have been caught in the act, his pride ensured he would not be the first to look away. “ . . . ”