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[flightfell-blog]

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It was a day off for the two swords, and as much as Tsurumaru felt a tiny bit worried about a cafe without waiters, Tsuru had more important matters to investigate and he wasn’t letting the opportunity to drag Daihannya along slip.

❝ Han-bou! Han-bou!❞  the elder tachi chirped, holding a flyer for an e-lec-tro-nic sale up to the other. Being such an old relic, he had no idea what that first term meant, but the paper was colorful and full of other odd looking knick knacks, so it must be something fun right?  ❝ There are merchants in the Azalea District selling these funny looking modern tools, what do you say we head there and learn about them?❞  he asked, eyes sparkling. Of course by learn he meant play, but he’d save the details for later.

[serebithia]

DNA.

    DNA : What was your muses home life like?

    “A MESS, to say in the least. My mother and father paid little attention to me once I hit my middle school years. I suppose at that point, in their eyes, I was an adult. Or, a lost cause. Either way, I felt lonely. Nothing I did was ever paid attention to. You see, there was even a time where I had purposely broken an expensive glass that my mother loved. Yet both of them paid it no mind, as my mother simply brushed it up and expressed distress over the glass... Proceeding to say she had no clue how it was broken. Perhaps I was an ornament for their circle of pride.”