Anonymous 2023/11/22 (Wed) 00:45
No. 205045
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>>205026
have u considered opening ur butthole to Unzan's fist lmao
Anonymous 2023/11/22 (Wed) 02:12
No. 205049
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>>205045
Considering our protagonist, he probably has.
Moral!1d4WGijdSc 2024/04/09 (Tue) 17:12
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Fukurokuju leans on her staff, head turned expectantly for a reply, but all that awaits her is a dismissive wave of your hand.
“Then,” she says slowly and deliberately, “is that all?”
“Indeed. I’ve already taken what I required of you, so you have dutifully served your purpose. Surely, you weren’t expecting us to sit down for tea, talk about the time in-betweens, and hug each other farewell.”
“No… I suppose not. But I also did not expect to be chased away so quickly as you’d a scorned lover. Come now, it’s been over several hundred years. Don’t you think we’ve much to catch up on?”
“Consider me heartless, but no,” you decline. “We do not. What has needed to be said has already been said. And what has not—consider it too insignificant to mention.”
“I suppose that is how you will be, even until the end. I cannot say that I do not understand, but…” The hermit sighs, resting a weary hand on her gnarled wooden staff. “At least bestow upon me a modicum of courtesy and escort me down the stairs personally.”
You oblige. “I suppose I can do that, then.”
The air is still, but the morning light, now shining upon Gensokyo in unashamed glory, has finally reached its residents, though only you, Fukurokuju, and the birds of the morning are aware. It is a rare moment of natural quiet, especially so when the silence you usually induce is coerced. In despite of all this, Fukurokuju walks beside you in brooding.
As she hobbles down the stairs with slow and languid steps, Fukurokuju returns to prior conversation. “Is there no way to convince you otherwise?”
“You know as much as anyone else how obstinate I am. I’ve thought deeply about what I would do for centuries. And, as constant as night itself, I always arrive back at the same conclusion. You’d sooner create world peace than persuade me away from my own thoughts.”
“Then I suppose I’d better start soon on my campaign for world peace,” she says, breathing a tired sigh. “Mind giving me a generous deadline? Say, ten thousand years or so?”
“I’m a busy god.”
“I wish you’d just humor
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