Already lined up a cute display idea for Corozan.
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Already lined up a cute display idea for Corozan.
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It had been a last resort. He’d drained his own aether to the brink of exhausting it completely and just as he’d intended, he’d been flooded with the aether of the primal who did indeed watch over him.
It filled him to the point of overflowing, pushed his consciousness to the side and warped his appearance to better suit the leonine primal that filled the form in place of the Warrior of Light.
The Dreadscholar would not find him falling as easily as the others who had opposed him.
Maybe I like milk tea a little too much.
24 with Oumami :P
:P
Hana, short for Hanabi, is Amami’s youngest sister just fyi.
24. “what do you think you’re doing?”
“Ouma-kun…”
It wasn’t often that annoyance would touch Amami’s light tone or even his smile, mild or no. And right now, he could see the twitch in Amami’s smile in addition to that.
Aah, he’s actually annoyed.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
“Mmf.” Ouma downed the milk with a few loud gulps. “Nothing.”
Amami frowned at him.
“…Hana-chan made those for Santa, Ouma-kun.”
“Who’s the say I’m not Santa?” Ouma scoffed, shoving another cookie into his mouth. “I too break into houses and leave presents.”
“Your presents consist of pranks, Ouma-kun.”
“What’s your point? It still follows that weird tradition your family does for whatever reason.”
Amami sighed heavily.
“…I already explained it was from Hana-chan growing up in the states. Just because it’s weird doesn’t mean you should disrespect it.”
“You just admitted it was weird,” Ouma pointed out before taking a bite out of the next cookie. “I win.”
Amami frowned at him so deeply that he actually felt kind of ashamed.
“…want one?” he asked meekly, offering the last one. Amami took it with a sigh.
“…I was looking forward to eating these,” he muttered almost mournfully.
“…sorry, Amami-chan…”
“…It’s alright,” Amami exhaled and ruffled his hair. “You’re definitely on the naughty list, but I know you’re a nice kid, Ouma-kun.”
Ouma pouted in response.
…what kind of fucking weirdo even makes lists like that?
England: Care for a cuppa?
America: A cup of... what?
England: *sigh* I’ll just make you one.
America: One of what?!
i can't stop thinking about my spider-children 🥹🥹🥹🥹
what if i just listened to slom's weather report non-stop for the past month... what if 👀
talk to me about what do i do
talk to me about d.r.e.a.m.
tbh all the songs are fire i'm just currently obsessed