𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑺𝑯𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑬 𝑴𝑨𝑰𝑫𝑬𝑵 𝑶𝑭 𝑷𝑨𝑹𝑨𝑫𝑰𝑺𝑬.

Still wonder why I used to dye my hair purple.

Fine I'll call the dream demon.

SLEEP.

I can make that happen.

gay

sailor guardians, more like gaylor guardians

" Hey, you got anything that I can sell? "

Looking over at her. Completely ignoring what she asked.

" Wait, who are you? "

" I dunno. Probably sulking about her trauma or something. "

" Eh—? "

Turning around. When did she get here?

digging through her closet. tossing out a few things.

spare gohei. winter clothes. ruukoto. kotatsu. old yin yang orb. . .

" Come on there has to be something worth money here! "

you know, I should use my gohei as a whip more often.

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playing that touhou metroidvania game

twitch.tv/lochsteps

ain't that one of those legos that my dog plays with.

" Nothing. "

She'd shrug. Taking the watermelon.

" Uh. . . thanks. You want some? "

" I was talking to the narrator. "

Blinking.

" What do you want? "

Eh—?

Oh! Shoo, shoo. It's showtime.

Hey, it's cooling off.

A little.

She's sweeping around the shrine.

. . . so bored. Not a single incident, nor donation. Not even visitors.

" Old lady who shows up through weird gaps to annoy you? Yeah.

Damn. . . "

" Was it Yukari? Oooh, PLEASE give me a reason to beat the crap out of that hag. "

Son of a bitch.

Not that kind.

I come out to the outside world for five minutes and THERE'S DEMONS EVERYWHERE.