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ッ what's mun's favorite food(s)?
In the spirit of Munday, when you add in "ッ" the muse will have to answer your questions about the mun, ask anything you want~
[ ✧ ] —-"Japanese cuisine." The boy was about to say the souls and hearts of the innocent, but the puny girl had taken her seat upon his lap and refused to move saying she had to keep close watch to what he typed so he would not lie. Plus, she was already holding the dictionary in her hands, and the designer feared for the survival of his male gonad. "Sushi, gyoza, ramen, tsukemen...ikemen--" A sharp look, and Dolce gulped. "Yeah she likes Japanese food."
dear future me
Dear future me,
It’s never too late to sample each dish. You can always, always go back to old habits, so please; if you want to survive longer in this world, please go back to devouring all the humans you can. Being a tamed dog makes the game more exciting, but once you’ve done it too many times, it will bore you. Trust me on this.
Be a Demon. It’s what you are.
nothing scares me anymore.
"Everyone is afraid of something." She looked down.
✺
/wakes up to drink a glass of water when she listens someone knocking on her door. She looks to the clock nearby her bed ‘Who’s knocking? It’s late…’ she thinks but decides to go and see for herself. She opens the door carefully and then sees the girl/ What are you doing here, huh? It’s late. Something happened?
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/approaches the girl slowly with a sweet smile on her lips/ Just, hm, don’t move, ok? /nods for a moment and then shyly kisses the girl’s forehead/ Sorry. /grins/
"I don’t wanna be left alone."
"Do you think I care? Just call a friend or something, I don't have any time for this."
"Put the knife down."
"Why?" Dongwoo’s a bit confused. He looks around at his set up — a pot of water — soup — boiling nearby, some ingredients ready to be chopped and tossed inside the pot. In his right hand is a chopping knife, his left guiding a carrot to be diced into cubes. "I can’t just let go of this knife; I need it to make this stew."