( His... friend. Like hell. Like hell he is. As if waving a stubbornly finnicky child like a weapon isn't good enough, Kanda adds a wealth of feeling to the depth of his frown, character, personality. Give it a little while longer, and it'll gain baptism.
...maybe later, says the idiot. Sure. They'll set up shop and sell daisies. Like hell (again). )
We're never coming back. ( Absently, to the tear-brimming gaze of at least one furious toddler. That's right, you little punk. Your new human chew toys are never returning. Suck it up. Then, to the man: )
Being a nuisance comes with the red hair? ( Somewhere out there, that Bookman sneezes. )
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( His... friend. Like hell. Like hell he is. As if waving a stubbornly finnicky child like a weapon isn't good enough, Kanda adds a wealth of feeling to the depth of his frown, character, personality. Give it a little while longer, and it'll gain baptism.
...maybe later, says the idiot. Sure. They'll set up shop and sell daisies. Like hell (again). )
We're never coming back. ( Absently, to the tear-brimming gaze of at least one furious toddler. That's right, you little punk. Your new human chew toys are never returning. Suck it up. Then, to the man: )
Being a nuisance comes with the red hair? ( Somewhere out there, that Bookman sneezes. )