01-27-2019, 03:23 AM
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Jiyu may believe herself incapable of loving, but Rosemary saw the truth – those little flashes of pink in the woman’s aura revealed more than any conversation they had. When the ocelot spotted the calico on the shore, her steps quickened. The witch felt a smidge bad for interrupting the vizier’s nap, but… like hell she’d miss the opportunity to talk to the Roseblood vizier.
Sitting back on her haunches, the ocelot eyed the sleeping woman with her paw flexing in the air. “Hey, Jiyu, fancy seeing you here,” she meowed, her forked tail flicking nervously. Perhaps, without her around the Rosebloods these days, Jiyu’s aura might finally lack those little pink flashes. Or, worse, the vizier found someone else; how terrifying.
Sitting back on her haunches, the ocelot eyed the sleeping woman with her paw flexing in the air. “Hey, Jiyu, fancy seeing you here,” she meowed, her forked tail flicking nervously. Perhaps, without her around the Rosebloods these days, Jiyu’s aura might finally lack those little pink flashes. Or, worse, the vizier found someone else; how terrifying.
I FEEL SO HUNGRY —
— Dear diary, I don't know what's going on, but something's up / The dog won't stop barking, and I think my TV is bust / Every channel is the same, it's sending me insane / And earlier somebody bit me, what a fucking day / The sky is falling / It's fucking boring / I'm going braindead, isolated / God is a shithead / And we're his rejects / Traumatized for breakfast / I can't stomach any more survival horror / Dear diary, I feel itchy like there's bugs under my skin / The dog's gone rabid (shut the fuck up) / Doing my head in —— WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING?