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if we all work 2gether we CAN kill god

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Ogata Gekkô (尾形月耕, 1859–1920), Ryu Shoten, 1897

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has it?  bell  chimes  like  home-worked  store,  polished  oak  having  a  certain  warmth,  flowers  in  the  windows  and  scarce  many  patrons  littering  the  skirting  tables.  low  conversations  and  a  popping  jukebox  –  it  is  a  bar,  it  is  here,  yet  it  doesn’t  feel  like  one.  you  like  it  that  way.  it  makes  it  unique,  fun  for  you  to  work  at  day  after  day,  night  after  night. 

makes  curious  strangers  wander  in,  too  –  and  you like that the most.

“sure thing!”     sing-song  and  pretty  voice,  man  at  counter  given  second  glance.  hands  work  easy,  everything  in  place  –  watch  him  watch  you  without  subtly.  turquoise-painted smile lights face.

sake  bottle  popped,  given  –  and  sakazuki  provided.  a wink,     “have a regular that refuses to drink sake without one, might as well let someone else use ‘em too.”

    PERHAPS HE’S OLD - FASHIONED, drinking sake when so many of his underlings prefer Asahi or Tsingtao. But it’s a drink he enjoys, and since the possibility of getting drunk is so far out of his reach nowadays, he caters to taste. He accepts the cup and bottle with a nod, and pours his own drink.

    A sip. The sake passes muster. He blinks slowly, content, but other than that his expression remains stony. The cup is set down, and Kenta goes back to observing the tender. Visibly Asian, ambiguous enough in form and dress that he can’t pin them as male or female (not that that matters). It occurs to him that he has never seen this individual, has never remarked on their bar being brought under ABB control.

    “ When did you bring your business here? ”

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i have like 8 followers here but like for a starter. idk. if you wanna know more abt the para/humans setting as so to better write come message me

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kenta is really like that scene from k/ill b/ill when o-ren calmly explains that any topic is open to questioning by her subordinates but if they ever bring up her heritage in a negative way she’ll execute them. he really would

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Man reading comics while being tattooed, Tokyo, Japan, 1970

by Martha Cooper

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@midblooms is approached.

    HAS THIS BAR ALWAYS BEEN HERE? It’s not a building Kenta has seen in the Docks before, and yet something about it seems so familiar. 

    Gaze roves along the walls of the establishment, settling on the bar itself — and the individual behind it. His eyes narrow ; the opalescence of the individual’s hair betrays either a penchant for peculiar colours, or a side - effect of powers they haven’t bothered to hide. Regardless, Kenta takes a seat, eyeing the bottles on the shelves behind the counter.

    “ Sake. Leave the bottle. ” A pause. “ Please. ”

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    IN LIEU OF A RESPONSE, or perhaps in place of a response, a gout of fire chases the inquirer.

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I  WILL  NOT  BOW, UNDERSTAND?  I  WILL  NOT  EVER  LOSE.  written by roxy. personal blogs do not reblog.

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