[Read it, Urashima. It's some disgusting cross between a love letter and a death threat, expressing fondness for this Mizuhashi person because no one here is even remotely close to being so pathetic, that no one else's eyes are so disgustingly green, how fortunate Satori is to be here, without the trash someone threw under the bridge tumbling along to ruin her mood...
It's a good thing some of the passages are crossed out because if they weren't Urashima might risk losing some Pure points.
The bathroom, on the other hand, is where Satori keeps the unopened cans of tuna. There's a metric fuckton of them piled onto the back of the toilet, in the sink, on the floor - the only place they aren't is in the bathtub itself. Aside from that, there's nothing notable.]
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It's a good thing some of the passages are crossed out because if they weren't Urashima might risk losing some Pure points.
The bathroom, on the other hand, is where Satori keeps the unopened cans of tuna. There's a metric fuckton of them piled onto the back of the toilet, in the sink, on the floor - the only place they aren't is in the bathtub itself. Aside from that, there's nothing notable.]