[ Hey Usagi where are you, Hua Cheng is actually specifically looking for you. The ominous jingling of his boots rings clearly as he strolls, no bothering to mute his steps any like an outside cat that learned to navigate past its collar tags. ]
[ she's curled up on the beach somewhere, absently wandering between spacing out and crying periodically. it seems like losing precious people week after week has finally taken a heavy toll out of this bun.
at least, his jingling has become a relatively familiar sound to her and she blinks blearly eyes in the direction he's strolling from.
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at least, his jingling has become a relatively familiar sound to her and she blinks blearly eyes in the direction he's strolling from.
pstpstpst here hyan cheng. ]