“ a girl with slate grey eyes , she came to washday all of the sudden , on an august morning of 20XX . a girl with slate grey eyes came up to me , a deep scar on the right side of her lips , her bangs clean-cut and her outfit constantly soaked ... would it be mean if i said she looked dead ? i mean , her eyes were blank and there was no light , her skin was grey and cold ------------- but she was alive ... like a drowned girl came to life. “ “ yet she smiled at me , with a pole in her hand , she would thread and make a knot with her wire , so quickly as she had done this all her life . and so she stayed at washday , always on that old and broken dock near the lighthouse , fishing for hours upon hours ... but she would never keep any of the fish , she would catch them , say a few words , and let them go . “
“ i wanted to be friends with her, but i only got her name ... “
“ chuya . “
hello! i’m vivi from calpio! this is a sideblog for a fisherman oc!
basic rp etiquette applies here so don’t be a freak, okay?
chuya is around 13-14... so don’t be sick </3
that’s it! glub glub ~













