another day volunteering at the betsy ross museum. everyone keeps asking me if they can fuck the flag. buddy, they wont even let me fuck it
dril starter meme
“Look I don’t know a Betsy Ross from open toed socks, but I guess that’s rough, man.”
Just a disgruntled stare at the other–did he really hear what the other had said correctly? A filthy flag fricker huh? Well, he’d heard of worse people, he supposed.
“I’m pretty sure you could do better than a flag, of all things. Still, you do look like you belong in a museum, of all things. What are you, one of them Christmas nutcrackers or something?”
Sure, he’d taken his history classes, but sorry to say the other’s dress didn’t scream Japanese heritage. Shoving his hands into his pockets, Toshiie would let out a small huff of annoyance.
“If you get outta here, please don’t visit Japan either. Our flags are sacred.”












