There it was. The question Atsushi had been dreading every minute of the event. Ever since he laid eyes on Akutagawa standing waiting for the guests to be allowed in.
"Why do you paint.. my face?"
There it was. The question Atsushi had been dreading every minute of the event. Ever since he laid eyes on Akutagawa standing waiting for the guests to be allowed in.
"Why do you paint.. my face?"
Slight soukoku
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Dazai watched and was accounting for all of the cargo coming off the ship. He wanted to make sure this time there was no unnecessary fuck ups. He was counting and checking off the ca...