Ah. Calamity could bring itself in many forms. Natural human cruelties, the indiscriminate flow of nature’s movement, both of these elements worked seamlessly in performing the deed of bringing lives at the balance.
Then of course, there was the poor, poor bastards that found themselves at the Shrine head’s idea of humorous.
He could already feel the static, mildly itchy feeling snapping across his skin like the warning signal of a serpent. Try as they please to dance around each other in the nature of politeness, actions never failed in painting the clearer picture, of how in this moment, that idea of being so utterly goddamn screwed never roared louder then the fox-ish way the Guuji’s eyes edged closed.
Life requires the diminishing of pride for many, at the hope of seeing a brand new day. Thoma of course naturally realizes this.
”So I see! Well--” Staring potential murder in the face always had a way of drawing wind underneath the sails.
“I’d like you to know I’ve taken care of the issue of crass words being spread. But, I believe I might’ve caught you at an unbeneficial hour, now if you don’t mind if I’d take my leave--”
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