#shou rambles

[shou-blogs]

Wait-

Shit.

[shrashou]

art dump after being dead amirite LOLZ

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[shou-blogs]

It’d be cool if phones/tablets/any electronics that you hold rlly had little buttons and thumbsticks for people who really struggle to focus without fiddling...

What if they were connected to the battery somehow, and charged the device when you did it? Along with the normal charger too, of course.

[shou-blogs]

I would kill someone for you-

-platonically speaking of course

[sundaynightnovels]

Shou rambles

It is a beautiful day out this morning. There's a constant wind against my back, and the sun is light and warm against my skin, capricious as it is, unlike the previous times I had been subjected to its heat. It really seems like I must give it a rethink -- each time I have my mind set on it being a menace, it turns around and shows such tenderness that I am compelled to give it a second chance. Is this what it means to be pulled along? Have I become a victim of the sun's fickle whims? Am I an animal, constantly drawn back to tiny scraps of kindness fed by an undeserving hand?

Could this be how Zhen's customers feel, running after the sound of her shutters opening even after having had their food stolen in front of their faces five times in a row? I think I understand how Teng might feel better now. It is a pity; I should've been nicer to the poor man.

I wonder where they all are right now. It doesn't seem too far-fetched to say that most of them would still be sound asleep... Ah, I hear the shuffles of bodies dragging themselves to wakefulness in the other room. It's Lu. He's saying something, heavy and languid. He's repeating it again, this time with a loud slap. Oh, he's waking up Zhen.

I hear screaming. I hear the bloodied cries of a warrior drowning in a sea of its enemy's bodies. He's pleading for mercy, the man, his gaze set upon the groggy eyes of his disgruntled nemesis, palms pressed together in a prayer.

Oh wait, no... Could this be it? His enemy has given in! His enemy has laid down arms and has succumbed to her own humanity. She lets out a deeply aggrieved sigh, pushes her body up to a standing, and...

I must stop here. It appears that Zhen has been convinced to make breakfast, and even dead, I will will my limbs back to life just for a chance to taste a morsel of heaven.

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