[ the opening door reveals nothing less than raidou’s own cryptid, odango bristling and head haloed by a small galaxy of tiny red orbs, face scrunched with an intent that dissipates almost instantly. like he hadn’t just been about to commit a b&e, the blood all begins to drift back to himself, oozing back into the dark mark on his nose until not a drop remains without.
uh. ]
Good. You work yourself too hard. Your bones haven’t even reached their full size yet.
no subject
uh. ]
Good. You work yourself too hard. Your bones haven’t even reached their full size yet.