✧·˚. -- “Tsk, tsk.” Perched atop a railing, Seiga starts to kick her legs back and forth a bit. It’s not every day she comes across anyone with the trappings of a shinigami -- the scythe he’s hauling around now the object of her pointed glances and attention. To her, he’s probably just some lowly ferryman, but this perception is far from a disappointment.
“Being completely ignored by one of your ilk makes me feel like I’m not trying hard enough. How rude.”
❁ -- @tombsmashing










