#mimi aoki

[mimiaoki]

Rhubard and custard, Ketchup and mustard coord 😭😂

[kanaeaoki]

𝐸𝑙 𝑠𝘩𝑖𝑘𝑖𝑔𝑎𝑚𝑖 𝑚𝑖𝑟𝑜 𝑎 𝑙𝑎 𝘩𝑖𝑗𝑎 𝑑𝑒 𝐾𝑎𝑛𝑎𝑒, 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑠𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑖́𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑛 𝑎𝑙𝑔𝑜 𝑡𝑎𝑛 𝑠𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑜 𝑙𝑜 𝑒𝑟𝑎 𝑢𝑛𝑎 𝑚𝑢𝑛̃𝑒𝑐𝑎. 𝐿𝑎 𝑚𝑖𝑟𝑎𝑏𝑎 𝑡𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑜 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑖𝑎 𝑦 𝑐𝑜𝑛 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑐𝑖𝑜́𝑛 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑜 𝑠𝑖 𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑎 𝑓𝑢𝑒𝑟𝑎 𝑙𝑎 𝑓𝑖𝑔𝑢𝑟𝑎 𝑑𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑖́𝑎𝑐𝑎 𝑦 𝑛𝑜 𝑣𝑖𝑐𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑎, 𝑠𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑗𝑎𝑏𝑎 𝑑𝑒 𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑎 𝑝𝑜𝑟 𝑙𝑎 𝑒𝑥𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑛̃𝑎 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑎𝑐𝑖𝑜́𝑛 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑎 𝑙𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑑𝑢𝑐𝑖́𝑎 𝑐𝑎𝑑𝑎 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑙𝑜 𝑚𝑖𝑟𝑎𝑏𝑎, 𝑡𝑎𝑙 𝑦 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑜 𝑠𝑢𝑐𝑒𝑑𝑖́𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑛 𝑙𝑎 𝑗𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑠𝑎𝑐𝑒𝑟𝑑𝑜𝑡𝑖𝑠𝑎 𝑐𝑢𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑜 𝑙𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑟𝑒𝑖́𝑎.

𝐿𝑎 𝑝𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑛̃𝑎 𝑀𝑖𝑧𝑢𝑘𝑖 𝑝𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑏𝑎 𝑦 𝑙𝑒 𝑎𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑜𝑑𝑎𝑏𝑎 𝑒𝑙 𝑣𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑑𝑜 𝑎 𝑠𝑢 𝑚𝑢𝑛̃𝑒𝑐𝑎, 𝑒𝑟𝑎 𝑙𝑎 𝑖𝑚𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑐𝑖𝑜́𝑛 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝘩𝑎𝑏𝑖́𝑎 𝑣𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑒 𝑠𝑢 𝑚𝑎𝑑𝑟𝑒 𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑠 𝑜𝑐𝑎𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑠, 𝑖𝑔𝑛𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑜 𝑙𝑜 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑠𝑢 𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑎 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑖𝑎 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑣𝑜𝑐𝑎𝑏𝑎 𝑒𝑛 𝑍𝑒𝑛𝑘𝑖. 𝐸𝑙 𝑑𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑜 𝑝𝑜𝑟 𝑠𝑢 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒 𝑛𝑜 𝑝𝑢𝑑𝑜 𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑟 𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑑𝑎𝑟 𝘩𝑖𝑝𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑖𝑧𝑎𝑑𝑜 𝑦 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑑𝑜 𝑒𝑛 𝑒𝑙 𝑚𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑜, 𝑠𝑖𝑛 𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑐𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑖𝑎 𝑠𝑒 𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑣𝑜́ 𝑐𝑎𝑑𝑎 𝑣𝑒𝑧 𝑚𝑎́𝑠 𝑐𝑒𝑟𝑐𝑎 𝑑𝑒 𝑙𝑎 𝑖𝑛𝑓𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒, 𝑎𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑖́𝑑𝑜 𝘩𝑎𝑐𝑖𝑎 𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑜 𝑢𝑛 𝑖𝑚𝑎́𝑛 𝑝𝑜𝑟 𝑙𝑎 𝑝𝑢𝑟𝑒𝑧𝑎 𝑦 𝑝𝑎𝑧 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑖𝑟𝑟𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑎𝑏𝑎, 𝘩𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑎 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑑𝑜́ 𝑎 𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑠𝑜𝑠 𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖́𝑚𝑒𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑠 𝑑𝑒 𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑎.

—𝑇𝑢́… 𝑡𝑢́ 𝑑𝑒𝑏𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑟 𝑚𝑖 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑒, 𝑛𝑖𝑛̃𝑎—𝐸𝑙 𝑑𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑜 𝑠𝑜𝑙𝑡𝑜́ 𝑎𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑎𝑠 𝑝𝑎𝑙𝑎𝑏𝑟𝑎𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑛 𝑎𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑔𝑢𝑟𝑎, 𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑜 𝑢𝑛 𝑡𝑖𝑒𝑚𝑝𝑜 𝑒𝑛 𝑒𝑙 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑠 𝑆𝑎𝑚𝑢𝑟𝑎́𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑎𝑙𝑖́𝑎𝑛 𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑒 𝑑𝑖́𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑜 𝑑𝑒 𝑛𝑜𝑐𝘩𝑒, 𝑢𝑛 𝑡𝑖𝑒𝑚𝑝𝑜 𝑒𝑛 𝑒́𝑙 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑛𝑜 𝘩𝑎𝑏𝑖́𝑎 𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑜 𝑢𝑛 𝑑𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑜, 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑜 𝑢𝑛 𝘩𝑜𝑚𝑏𝑟𝑒 𝑣𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑜 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑏𝑎 𝑒𝑛 𝑔𝑢𝑒𝑟𝑟𝑎𝑠, 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑒𝑟𝑎 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑡𝑎𝑑𝑜 𝑦 𝑎𝑑𝑚𝑖𝑟𝑎𝑑𝑜. 𝑈𝑛 𝘩𝑜𝑚𝑏𝑟𝑒 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝘩𝑎𝑏𝑖́𝑎 𝑎𝑚𝑎𝑑𝑜 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑜 𝑛𝑜 𝘩𝑎𝑏𝑖́𝑎 𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑜 𝑎𝑚𝑎𝑑𝑜 𝑑𝑒 𝑣𝑢𝑒𝑙𝑡𝑎. 𝑈𝑛 𝑡𝑖𝑒𝑚𝑝𝑜 𝑒𝑛 𝑒𝑙 𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑒𝑙 𝘩𝑜𝑛𝑜𝑟 𝑦 𝑙𝑎𝑠 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑠𝑎𝑠 𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑛 𝑡𝑎𝑛 𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑜 𝑙𝑎 𝑠𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑟𝑒 𝑦 𝑙𝑎 𝑚𝑢𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑒.