[eikichi's mind has been known to venture down some odd corridors before, but even he doesn't expect space-dimensional limbo to resemble a coffee shop. and it's hard for a guy, even one as beautiful as michel, to be the picture of weary, war-torn composure when there's an outline of a mermaid smiling blankly downwards from the ceiling. oh, sure, he's just uprooted his world completely with bloodied, calloused hands, but coffee will help on the way to that awful fresh start, right?
HELLO! My name is BUTTERBALL his tag declares, and though he's yet to read it, he can hardly dispute the claim anyway - gawking around and rubbing his eyes, he's all sheer ineloquent confusion.]
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HELLO! My name is BUTTERBALL his tag declares, and though he's yet to read it, he can hardly dispute the claim anyway - gawking around and rubbing his eyes, he's all sheer ineloquent confusion.]