Est deus in nobis

Everyone seems to have.....

But I haven't, um.... tried to lick myself, yet. I'm not sure if I want to know what flavor I am.

Everyone knows what Tanabata means.

Yu. Ka. Ta~!!

I hope everyone's wishes come true. Now let's eat some snacks, catch some goldfish, and watch all the girls in yukata.


Atsumi-chan, I got something for you.

[If you ever wondered how many people could fit into a small, two-bedroom apartment, you have your answer: six. Someone had accidentally left the camera on their laptop on, set conveniently on the kitchen high-counter, giving a good view of a few of the people striding in and out to get a soda or a snack. The refrigerator, which is in plain view, has a variety of cereals stacked a top it, and various novelty magnets with papers and comics that are too far from the camera to be legible.

The peace is suddenly shattered by the sound of furious barking and the shriek of a cat. The camera wavers and juggles on the counter, followed by various voices and the crash of some off-screen piece of furniture. Someone slips, someone yells something muffled that sounds like "Calliope" and another person calls "Ein," and chaos ensues. A gray kitten darts up the counter and onto the top of the fridge, knocking over the boxes of cereal in an unceremonious attempt to get away. She paces on the fridge, barks heard among the crash. A corgi bounces on its tiny legs, head arched up toward the kitten.

Cue the rest of the household trying to still the chaos.]

[The most noticeable thing is the moon, and in its light, the shadow of a figure wearing a long scarf. He's standing on the balcony of a familiar apartment complex's balcony. It's not long before he's hefted himself onto the railing, balancing with ease over the thin metal bands of the banister. His slim form turns to meet the camera eye to lens, his lips quirked up into an eerily serene smile. Hands are spread to his sides like he's readying wings for flight, and before he looks as if he's going to commit a terrible suicide, he speaks.]

Come, Death isn't a bad thing.

[A black fog seeps around him, an extension of his body. He tips forward over the end of the balcony, and the last the camera sees of him, he's flipping smoothly over the street lamps under the dim light of the nearly-full moon.]

Ah, Minato-kun!!

Sorry about the mess, but..... she just sort of.... followed me home.

I couldn't turn her away.

There was really....






Nothing I could have done.

This is so exciting~! Don't go easy on me, okay?


Get your own valentinr

It feels like I've been here a long time.



.....Hahaha, almost like I'm not used to it.

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