#seductive-saxophone

[yantheyandere]

seductive-saxophone started following you

"Oh? And who might you be?" Yan said as he was in a thoughtful pose.

[sato-hiroshi-blog]

seductive-saxophone started following you

♕ーThanks, nice to meet you.

[black-twin-flames-blog]

seductive-saxophone started following you

The K-9 looked up in awe. "W-who are you?"

[oriharakanra-chan]

sakuraya-orihara started following you

seductive-saxophone started following you

th3forgottenhalfa started following you

The informant lifted her eyes from the computer and looked at the person who was standing in front of her desk, "Hi hi! Sit down, please! How can I help you?"

[fem-rin-okumura]

A few people stumbled into True Cross

Rin drew her knees up to her chest, attempting to generate some body heat as she read her manga. Goddamn, who decided to crank the AC up to max in this classroom? Normally that thing's busted, but of course, the day when she's forced to be completely naked (down to the hairband) is when it decides to work. Great.

Hearing the door open, she doesn't bother looking up to greet the newcomer, simply saying, "Y-yo," before flipping the page and rubbing her arm.

[immortal-samurai-blog]

seductive-saxophone started following you

It had been quite a while since Denkuro had last been in America. Around 10 years had passed since the curious incident aboard the luxurious cruiser Exit, but now the japanese male found himself back on the streets of the country of hope and dreams. At least that was what was said about it. The samurai still preferred the olden days, and no 'land of hope and dreams' could give him back the time he had lost.

While not being as completely clueless about the world around him as he had first been when he had suddenly found himself awake again, Denkuro still could not get used to the cange. Although even he had to admit that some of the changes were marvellous and very practical. But once in a while he still craved just that little something to send him back in time and back 'home'.

So it had been a big surprise to him when he had at random found his path crossing with a jazz bar. And despite being curiously dressed by normal standard - to Denkuro everyone else were curiously dressed - he had gone into the bar, his yukata straightened and the katana he wore by his side tightened. No one would lay their hands on that, he would make sure of that. From inside he was immediately met by the tunes of jazz and a particularly feroucious saxophone. This place would have to do. The Japanese sat down at the corner and ordered himself a drink while listening to the chatter and the music.