@ask-atsushi-kun
This is... somewhat concerning, and I'll get to why in a moment...
I do hope that you don't mind me replying to you in a post, Atsushi-kun.
As there are several things to go over here that I feel would be helpful knowledge towards the general public.
First. And most importantly.
NEVER EVER BE ALONE WITH ICHIMATSU. PERIOD.
I normally do not like to speak ill of anyone, especially my precious burazas!!
BUT THIS IS FOR YOUR OWN SAFETY!!
I may not be too thrilled to cross paths with you, I think you could learn a thing or two about being more humble and stop bragging so much, but I do not want to see my baby buraza end up behind bars....
There was already a huge mess regarding little Eitaro being missing, a missing abundance of bao bread buns, and yuzu sauce that I did not understand, but we had authorities stationed outside our sacred house for DAYS.
For the past week+ I have been noticing Ichimatsu's absence, and he told me (and everyone) that it was because he was just hanging out with Garfield-kun everyday.
But something isn't right... I've been following him a bit and he's been transporting a lot of strange things to an abandoned warehouse like... like... rolls of plastic, boxes and boxes of garbage bags, leather aprons, spatulas with pointy things attached to them, and just...
He's setting up something.
I don't know what and neither should you!!
SO YOU *SHOULD* BE NERVOUS ABOUT YOUR UPCOMING APPOINTMENT WITH HIM AND NOT EXCITED!! CANCEL IT NOW!!
Ahem... now to address your sexy questions:
Yes~~ I do, in fact, perform home visits. You may rent me for your liking to come to your home or your hotel room to sit beside you ♡♡
Wherever that may be. On the floor. On the couch. On the futon. On the plush western bed. On the kitchen counter.
You may rent me, and my songs. I shall sing you to sleep with my soothing, luscious voice that would put all late-night radio hosts to shame~~
And for an extra cost, I can even stroke my fingers through your delicate locks of hair, petting you like a little kitten until sleep embraces you (which might just be my own on arms heh).
And what is the cost, you ask? Nothing. Just your undying devotion and ever lasting love towards me. (And a box of fried chicken if you want the extra of heavy petting.)
That is... except for you, Atsushi-kun. You speak so highly of yourself and your status, that I know it wouldn't make a dent in your wallet if you paid me with cash.












