there's only been one gothic aoba plush for auction for awhile now and it was for a little over $200 but then someone put one up for ~$110 and i'm just like am i really about to make a decision i'll most likely regret

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there's only been one gothic aoba plush for auction for awhile now and it was for a little over $200 but then someone put one up for ~$110 and i'm just like am i really about to make a decision i'll most likely regret
"Far from the worn path of reason, further away from the sane. He battles his shadows and demons, fighting to light the way.
The dust and the dirt cloud his vision, onward he rides unafraid. He fights the good fight for good reason, the star that refuses to fade.
Still he braves his path, while windmills only laugh.
She was wounded and wild when he found her, he saw her through child's eyes. She fell for the spell he was under, each day a brand new surprise.
And she watches with strange curiosity, she wants so much to believe. Trying to break the chains of reality, dying to set herself free.
Still he braves his path, while windmills only laugh.
Though he may appear tattered and broken, his clothes are shabby and bare. Still he glows like the light from a candle, with the passion of one who still cares.
There was always a rhyme to a reason, peering out from tired eyes. The truth finally came in treason, so wrong but so justified.
So wrong but so justified. Windmills close their eyes"
--Windmills, Blackmores Night (video and song (c) their creators)
You’re not supposed to send me letters.
No one ever wins. Those morons always scare away the bugs and fish with their yelling.
As if it's some kind of Guard Dog...
Send me some some letters! Noiz is still accepting letters too, even though he's sulking about it...
Granny says that you're welcome to come over on Friday for dinner, if you're around. Let me know so that I can tell her if you'll be there--otherwise she'll just make too much food.
Friday? Sounds good! I’m not busy at all…
Tell Tae-san I’ll be there at six.