Ā Ā Ā Ā CHEAP BEER && CIGARETTE SMOKE, the scent sticks to his skin as the cool night air gains him a sense of normality. A singular brow that raises, āReally, youāre horrible at seducing guysā he couldnāt speak, a basket case of emotions, tightly bound && willing to set off like a hurricane. A frown that turns into a childish pout, kitsune udon, thick && chewy enough to sink his teeth into. There must be an irony or a morbid joke to eat with the same soul that once nearly extinguished the light within the fabled legend, a modern day deity that bared his fangs && claimed what was his inheritance. Violence in the midst of enlightenment, he shouldnāt think of this right now, not when the sugary sweetness of ramune coats his tongue.
Ā Ā Ā Ā āThis is lowkey, even for youā thinly veiled insults, quick jabs, in the end he was still a pedigree brat trying to understand the peculiarity of a world that did not see him as one or even on a tier of their existence. Each quip becomes subdued there was no pointless in relentlessly bickering, even if it brought him a sense of joy, to flirt with a flame that could engulf him, it was an adrenaline high none could contend with only to fall short of disappointing. āI still donāt understand you, the amount on my head could set you for life, in truth, youāre not the only person who tried to kill me @invertedsā yet, there was a difference, Toji almost succeeded - almost being pivotal.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āWhy call the hit off? God Slayer has a nice ring to itāĀ
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