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<𝐚 𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞>

[bl--s-mm-rs]

The Blue Wind of Death

<according to the label>

I am Legato Bluesummers, Millions Knives' most loyal servant and the leader of the Gung-Ho Guns. A...certain colleague of mine gifted me a device and showed me this site in an attempt to "cure my boredom" during this pause in my commission. While I am not, in fact bored, and would prefer to continue my wait for my master's next orders, I admittedly was intrigued by nature of this digital space. And so, I shall make my debut here using this voice-to-text technology, though pay no mind.

<If for whatever reason this blog is of interest...>

- The original book of canon is abided by primarily. There may be some other sources of inspiration, but expect nothing less. I am not involved directly with any sort of cults and my devotion is not religious in nature. If a man by the same name claims it is so, that most definitely is an impersonator.

- Said colleague told me I need to warn against my "typical disturbing bullshit." I do not see any issue in my behavior, but I suppose many do not seem to take well to my presence. I do not intend to be market friendly, so do be wary.

- Lord Knives has already made his return, and I may not physically be in an...ideal position, yet this picture of myself exists and any Gun can make an appearance for the sake of amusement. In short, time is without meaning or impact. Disregard it, at least to a reasonable degree.

- Humanity lives for convenience, and what am I but one of such wretched creatures? Therefore, you should not question logistics. Or do, it makes no difference to me.

- Do not disrespect my master by insinuating that he has carnal desires in regards to myself. He is above such filth.

- If I may act a little differently than expected, then it is simply an aspect of me you had not yet perceived. Or perhaps I have lost it and should be kept in line. You tell me.

- A more flattering portrait will be chosen at a later date. not that it matters. The aesthetics are a work in progress as well and may be replaced. Perchance.

[bl--s-mm-rs]

is this hot dog for sell? we’re hungry!

I am not an object to be sold, nor do I have any interest in being eaten.

[bl--s-mm-rs]

If he reciprocated...thought of me that way...would that make him anything like they were? Would he have seen me, a boy, that day and simply hidden the intent? I should not dwell on such things.

[bl--s-mm-rs]

I love the thought of Legato in a hot dog costume that's so funny

It isn't so amusing when you are the one placed within it :/

[bl--s-mm-rs]

HOOOT DOOOOOGGU GET YO HOOOOOT DOOOOOOOOGGU!!!

Hot doggu...

[bl--s-mm-rs]

*puts him in a hot dog suit*

They somehow managed to catch him during his most private moments out of his brace and jumpscared him with this shit. He didn't retaliate by crumpling them up with his threads, but instead froze up like a deer in headlights, most likely because he was handled without real permission. He did realize no harm was meant, so I guess it's ok.

...

Blinks.

[bl--s-mm-rs]

Damn you're cute! Fuck! ... Shit...

You needn't get so worked up over nothing.

[bl--s-mm-rs]

Ah, my apologies. I shall bring it to you. *he hopped off of the rock and walked over, then held the strawberry sandwich close to the blue haired man's face.* Here you are. And well, you don't seem all that evil to me. Maybe you have the capacity to be, but I do sense good in you, too. It hasn't died.

He accepted it with utmost elegance: aka using his mouth

"Good" and "evil" are both subjective. It is all dependent on the framing, one's view of morality. I do what I believe is just, though unfortunately, "evil" is inherent to humanity.

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"Well, there are demons around I could be talking to, but they ain't very sweet." He jested, motioning his hand for the man to come closer. "Yes, you." He held up half of the strawberry sandwich.

How can you be so sure I am not one of them as well? They say the devil was the most beautiful of angels, no?

He joked, but almost matter of factly rather than arrogant or flirtatious, in return. The coffin doesn't hide the face, after all.

...But I suppose if you insist, how am I to refuse? However...

He glanced down at himself.

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🍰You're welcome, dear. Please let me know of you require anything else. *he had drawn a teddy bear on the plate using strawberry syrup*

I believe I am alright for now...Though, I hope to not to ruin your lovely little drawing by mistake.

He carefully took a bite.

[bl--s-mm-rs]

homt dog.

[bl--s-mm-rs]

"Hi sweet pea, how ya doin?" He sat on a large rock near the blue haired man. "Do ya want any of my strawberry sandwich? I'll give you a half."

He took a glance at him with sharp eyes. These greetings were no longer common as things were, but the feeling was all the same regardless of intent. The sandwich looked too good to just ignore though, even if he couldn't really take it normally.

Are you speaking to me..?

He very obviously feigned ignorance. There wasn't anyone else he could possibly be talking to.

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🍰*He chuckled gleefully.* I'll get it for you right away. *he cleared the table of the empty plates and walked into the kitchen. Not a minute later, he emerged with a plate holding a large slice of a perfect looking strawberry shortcake. He gently set the plate down in front of the blue haired man and smiled.* I hope you enjoy. I made it with love. And... I know you are far stranger than me, and you don't really need protection... My desire to protect you comes from love, not thinking you are weak. I just wanted to clarify that.

Love. I see...

He didn't see shit. He didn't see himself as being in a shitty situation. It was his own fault he had not yet proven himself to his master. This concern would never make sense to him. Unconditional affection towards himself would never make sense to him. Humans were worthless, and no matter how many wires were threaded within his mind, nor how much was concealed, he couldn't deny his flesh. Which included a fondness for cake.

Thank you.

A faint smile.

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🍰I'm not sure how I can make you understand... I suppose I just have a nurturing nature. Though strangely, I'm not fond of children. But you are different. Ever since you were a teen, I have wanted to dote on you. I want you to have a place you feel safe and can rest. And I want my food to make you happy. You have always been such a cutie, too. I feel protective of you... Even though I know I am too weak to protect you. My greatest wish is to keep you safe, and yet, I am incapable of doing so. I'm sorry... *he paused after that, and examined the table. Legato's plate was almost empty.* Are you still hungry? Would you like some strawberry shortcake for dessert, my dear?

Cute?

He blinked, expression flickering

...Regardless of how it may appear to you now, I do not require protection.

He spoke almost pointedly. He had expressed the same sentiment time and again. Even if more attentive work was needed from the staff, including with something as simple as a meal, he refused to let his capabilities be forgotten. The last thing he wanted was to seem burdensome. And yet, he couldn't hide that his eyes had lit up at the mention of dessert

..But yes, please.

[bl--s-mm-rs]

🍰Dearest Legato, you have some sauce on your face. Please, allow me to clean it for you. *he smiled at the man and gently rubbed the spot on his cheek with a soft handkerchief.* There you go. All clean~ *he smiled even wider as he spoke in a sing songy voice.* I must have been a mother hen in my past life. Or a housewife? I just love caring for you, darling. I'm so happy you enjoy my cooking, too. You make me happy every day.

Ah.

He briefly made eye contact with the other man before averting his gaze

You always say that. That you enjoy this.

...I do not understand it.

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It is Mother's Day today, and none of us have any to speak of. I personally have no attachment to the holiday, but there always tends to be something odd about Lord Knives whenever it comes around. Rem Saverem...That woman's betrayal made an undeniable impression, yet she has not been completely disowned, remaining associated with the word "mother." I wonder how it felt, to have lived for a moment in blissful ignorance before it was torn away. Would that be a greater cruelty than being born without anything to take?

[bl--s-mm-rs]

It is Father's Day today, and none of us have any to speak of. Not only do I personally have no attachment to the holiday, I believe it is entirely purposeless. A father does not do anything. There is no effort in ejaculating within another. If one is a father through adoption, I suppose I could understand, but reproduction should not be celebrated. Sickening, it is.

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🍰There's my favorite smile, sweetheart. *he gave an endearing smile in return* I do hope I've been comforting for you. Should you need me, I will be right here, no matter the hour. *He stood up and gathered his empty plate and mug* My bedroom is right next to the kitchen, so if I'm not out, please feel free to knock on my door. I won't mind at all.

He nodded with an imperceptible uncertainty. What was it that he felt? He was unsure. Maybe he missed it.

I believe this has been of use. Your work is appreciated.