((Oh god I just reached 100 followers I need to do something for this but it’s really late /sob))
A TANK ?! Seriously?!
Who are you even?
[I’ll be using this style for a bit, since it’s less taxing on my pen tip than my usual style. I’ll go back to my usual once my extra pen tips arrive.]
A TANK ?! Seriously?!
Who are you even?
[I’ll be using this style for a bit, since it’s less taxing on my pen tip than my usual style. I’ll go back to my usual once my extra pen tips arrive.]
“Yeah, you.”
“Wh-what? Me? What do you want with me?”
“… Armpit Mikos I mean.”
“But I’m not that Taoist lady, and I doubt she’s an armpit…”
“That’s fine, we can skip the sushi.”
“You mean there’s more?”
“Ah, I’m quite surprised. Usually people are all over your type.”
“M-my type? What are you even- What does that even mean?”
“Sushi’s easier to eat off people, so do you have any of that?”
“I’d feed you if I could but I hardly have enough for myself most of the time.”
“…”
“Have any food?”
“Um…”
At that moment, Reimu’s expectations were flushed down the toilet.
“Oh dear, we can’t have you turning all flushed in the face now.”
“I’m just not used to this kind of thing…”
