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shinobu’s thought process: no wtf i can’t give you all of Kosaku’s money.

*remembers that kosaku said he was going to shove divorce papers up her small ass*

shinobu: yeah nvm take all of it.

#( OOC. )#SFGVBDHNJGMK<L #lessertruth

hello not-daughter

Hi mister Niku-man.

#its an english pun! geddit?#lessertruth

@lessertruth Sawa would buy him this if she could be bothered to spend money on people

#lessertruth #Sawa*prints this picture* here this is your gift

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no. i just want the money. give me the money, then we date.

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all of it?

#lessertruth #( IC. )

lessertruth replied to your post:devouryouwhole (( I do something like that by...

i dont like to put my name anywhere but a lot of ppl can tell its based on character alone….which is like…hilarious to me

I CAN TELL ITS YOU BY BLOG STYLE USUALLY... that’s most often how i find out who’s blog someone’s is without anybody putting ‘written by x’ here....... i just scroll around on their blog and look around at how they write, their icon styles or overall blog aesthetic, or even just typing patterns if i’ve seen them talk a lot in ooc posts. it sounds kinda creepy but i can be pretty observant. BUT SOMETIMES i don’t catch on and it goes right over my head and i feel dumb for not knowing it’s them earlier.

#( OOC. )#lessertruth

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BEFORE THEIR EYES GOES THE PROWLER MAIDENS UNSAFE, THE SIN, THE OFFENSE LIKE A BANSHEE CHOIR! THEIR HOWLING, IT PIERCES OUR HEARTS!

The flies, they buzz and the sound comes from within the body, just what kind of shit is he made of? His face she can see, and still lumbering shadows eclipse corners of the entire picture. Lies within honesty, well...that’s almost exciting. But such sentiment can only last so long, and illusion that proves to disappoint again, again, again and yet---- “I want to be scammed.”

#lessertruth #{ THE OTHER SIDE IS WITHIN YOURSELF. YOU ARE THE FLOWER IN BLOOM: Post timeskip verse }#starter for the slimy man

I didn't know you could cook.

“There are many things you’ve refrained from asking, Mr. Deishū.”

The heavy, salty fragrance of game wafted through the air. It floated through the massive kitchen with its two islands. An iron scent of blood followed right behind. Spread out on the cutting board atop the granite counter sat a carcass. Crimson streaked under its belly, the blood soaking where it lay. The turtle’s shell had long been dried. It’s organs were messily rotting in the trash; the head sitting as a center piece in the pile. The caul fat webbing from it’s body encased a thick patty on the frying pan. Glimmering with fat, the red meat crackled and popped as its juices leaked out.

She slid a porcelain plate onto the table. It stopped just before his fingers. A soft and plump bun encased a turtle patty topped with lettuce. Ginger needles peeked from the soaked bread. The meat shined like a flawless ruby. Dressed atop it sat a coat of gelatinous yellow green sauce.

“This is a borrowed recipe from an old friend. I’m sure she wouldn’t mind.”

On one of the many window sills sat a wooden picture frame. The curtains fluttered and hovered above it. Set within was a single photo. Two youths stood at center focus. Both wore blazers with matching striped ties. Beside a smiling Nozomi, her long low pig tails fluttering behind her broad shoulders, stood a stoic girl. Clutching a navy blue clipboard to her chest, she seemed ready to curl into herself under Nozomi’s leaning pose. An awkward, crooked grin was spread across her face. Her warm yet cautious eyes sparked with reserved kindness against her strange bubblegum pink hair. The sun glinted off their image.