koujaku: it’s so rude to turn down a lady ladies are cute and pretty and lovely please ladies do not fight. tae-san your cooking is delicious I love u gramma aoba my comrade let us rejoice
koujaku: …is that noiz in the distance?
koujaku: will you look at this fucking shithead fuck him I hope ants crawl up his ass sh^&^ fu^&*% g$$%#@%damn
look at the route you’ve chosen. now back to mine. now back at your route. now back to mine. sadly, your route isn’t mine. but if you stop going for the pizza-grease, hairspray, or tragic white haired anime boy scented types, then his route could be, and even smell like mine.
look down- back upYOU’RE IN AN UNCONFIRMED LOCATION IN NORTH AMERICA WITH THE MAN YOUR MAN COULD SMELL LIKE what’s in your hand? back at me. it’s a cup of black coffee laced with sugar just how you like it-look again- THE COFFEE IS NOW FEATHERS, READY TO BE BRAIDED INTO YOUR LUXURIOUS HAIR.
anything is possible when your route smells like cinnamon and not a koujaku im on a motorcycle which is also my bird
now i want to see an ‘aoba’s route’ where the other dudes help aoba deal with his own totally fucked up past
like
did he just not have a name until however old he was when his dad found him?? how was he treated there??? what was it like having voices in his head?????
how about him being sly blue??? theres some fucked up shit there too
