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Kitsune-tsuki is only a tool, little cub. Much like your illusions and foxfire, magic itself cannot be evil. It is how you use your powers that determines the intent.”
“What’s the matter?” I taunted, flourishing the bloody sword. “Bit off more than you could chew?” The heads didn’t answer, but the way their lips pulled back to show jagged fangs indicated they understood every
BROOOO
“A silly human in black, thinking it is being silent and unseen as it creeps through the darkness. I see their kind often, skulking through the city. Pretending they are cats. Pathetic.”
He will break upon the demon’s sword, and his dog will follow him unto death.”
bro if daisuke and okame die i am RIOTING
let them be happy and in love dont bury your gays
“Okame-san.” Daisuke gave the ronin a faint, almost sad smile. “Should you perish on this mission while I somehow live, I swear I will compose a ballad in your honor that will make even the kami weep. However, you must promise to do the same for me, for I do not intend to sit idly by. When the time comes, I plan on meeting that glorious death right alongside you.”
THIS BETTER NOT BE FORESHADOWING!!!
Sometimes, a pair of them would face off in a strange, leaping dance, wings spread and necks craned to the sky, almost seeming to float in the air. Daisuke appeared to share my fascination, for he murmured a poem about rippling water, a summer moon and two dancing male cranes. It sounded very pretty, but there must have been a hidden meaning that I didn’t catch, for Okame went extremely red and stared at the side of the cart for a long time after that.
Daisuke a shameless flirt? More likely than you'd think
“Oh?” With his arms still crossed, Okame raised an eyebrow, a mischievous smile on his lips. “Well, if that’s the case, what are your thoughts on chopping wood or thatching a roof, peacock? Hard, hot, peasant work, best done in a loincloth—wouldn’t want to get your fine clothes all sweaty, would we?” “It would not be the first thing I have done in a loincloth, Okame-san,” Daisuke said easily, and while I was wondering why Reika’s face had gone red,
ZERO chill
