[ Sorry, he's bad at politics. When she finally descends into the water alongside him, Mikazuki turns his gaze back out onto the pool, the social liveliness of it melting against the vision of the clear waters, alive like the sky is alive. An arc of it, moved by wind, lit by sun or stars, other celestial bodies. ]
I didn't do much of that. The ocean is kind of...
[ (he dislikes fish. and seaweed. imagine the one fear meme here.) ]
...weird.
[ He's not usually so soft in his dislike, but he's not completely immune to hopeful princesses. ]
no subject
I didn't do much of that. The ocean is kind of...
[ (he dislikes fish. and seaweed. imagine the one fear meme here.) ]
...weird.
[ He's not usually so soft in his dislike, but he's not completely immune to hopeful princesses. ]