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Hey deities? Fuck you. All of you. We're not your god-damned toys. It's bad enough you pretty much control life and death here, but to put us in a situation like that and make us fight for entertainment?
Fuck. You.
Fuck. You.
accidental video/open action
Nov. 2nd, 2010 08:55 pmThe Koneko might be closed, but there's lights on in the workroom of the shop. Just off screen, a low voice hums off key, soft scraping noises and the low whine of a dog marring the offset tune. Off to the side of the table lay several colorful flowers; purple hyacinth and amaranth, plus a single red carnation tossed on top of the pile along with some assorted greenery. Every now and again, a hand moved into sight and deftly snatches up a stem here and there, shifting through the stems to find the right one.
