#gazingeye

[sunderedrose]

The Master of Masters really be observing through his eyes that have been implanted into a dozen keyblades like

[desiiderium-archive-blog]

@gazingeye

“Ah!!!! W-who are you and who let you in my house!?” She was already grabbing the nearest object to defend herself even though she had a keyblade that would be able to do a much better job at attacking this stranger.

[gazingkey-blog]

gazingeye

          Appendages cross across the leather he donned, overlooking the pitiful pleading of his master. Did he really wanna know that badly?

                    “You can give it up.                               I’m not telling you my favorite type of cake.”

[gazingkey-blog]

“What was that flavor of cake you liked? I need to know because reasons.” Mom's totally not makin a cake.

                    “A… cake?”

          While that did sound quite tasty, wasn’t that something that he or one of the other disciples could do instead of the master? It strikes curiosity into just exactly what occasion calls for confectionary, but the pupil takes a stand for now.

                    “Master;                              Shouldn’t you leave cake baking to one of us?                                             Why don’t you relax and let us handle it?”