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[wordcarvings]

koutarou kurashiki

Let my art be the sound of my soul / Let it reminisce of the good times / Let it scribble the lines of the bad times / Let it bloom with excitement / Let my art be a representation of me / Just let it be me 

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This is Takao at Lemon Leaf at [street #, Apprassage]. I apologize for not being able to take your call at the moment, but leave a message and I will get back to you as soon as I'm able to.

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Comments

[wordcarvings]

I wouldn’t call them cool... I heal. Smaller things. If I drink ink. And, [ he glances at the veins at the back of his hand. ] my blood has turned completely turned to ink.

[goen]

[ So that's... weird. It gets Yato to glance over at Koutarou, at least. ]

Is it affecting your health?

[wordcarvings]

[ Nobody thinks it’s weirder than Koutarou himself. ]

No, not this far at least. It just...is, like there’s no actual difference.

[goen]

Then it's strange, but not really a bad thing, is it? ... Though drinking ink must get expensive. Better try to avoid getting hurt.

[wordcarvings]

Yeah, I better avoid that. But it’s like, I don’t know why I have this, or what that...makes me.

[goen]

It makes you an artist down to your core! Kinda poetic. But no matter what, you're still Koutarou. What else would you be?

[wordcarvings]

Does it? Is it? [ If he wasn't pretty sure the encounter would go badly, he would suggest that Yato talk about poetic things with Togusa. ] I don't know but it's, strange and surrealistic. Very strange and surrealistic.