Poor, fragile Ritsu-chan.
You say so, but I've never seen you truly, fully break.
( He flinches at his tone. That's not... Fearing falling into a ditch he'd dug himself, he quickly backtracks. )
... I ... You know me. Fragile, sensitive, Fujimaru. One light tap away from shattering. You need a more gentle touch, Dou-chan.
Poor, fragile Ritsu-chan.
You say so, but I've never seen you truly, fully break.
For instance, you are an expert at reopening old wounds. With surgical precision, even. I can think of few things worse than Onmyōji with a scalpel and too much time on their hands.
But you're not alone! There is still plenty of servants to talk to. Or are you tired of walking among ghosts? Fufufu.
But you're not alone! There is still plenty of servants to talk to. Or are you tired of walking among ghosts? Fufufu.
... I feel great. Euphoric, even. I mean, I did it. I reached the finish line, so what's not to feel good about, right?
Now I get to spend Christmas alone with my thoughts. I couldn't ask for a better gift.
But you're not alone! There is still plenty of servants to talk to. Or are you tired of walking among ghosts? Fufufu.
Actually it should stay a surprise.
I'm sure you're really busy, I wouldn't want to drag you from whatever it is you were doing just prior to this.
(He already knows them)
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