its so shiddy when u have to convince yourself to do your hobbies. like, its fun, you like it, why cant you just do it. do it. do it. but what if.... mindless media consumption instead....
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Shirase-san is being restrained by large officers, his head pushed down onto the police car.
“Stop! Shit, let me go! I’m the next king!”
He struggles. But in order to escape this restraint, Shirase-san would need- according to calculation- at least thirty-nine more people.
A voice resounded from inside the police car.
“You’re there, aren’t you~, Chuuya? Your sweet subordinate is in trouble!” A withered voice. Peaceful, and completely out of place. “Come out and help him.”
do you ever just write a single, beautiful line and feel really proud of yourself. then you look five paragraphs down, and there’s a sentence like, “I walked and my legs were walking” and wonder what in the goddamn heck happened