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Post by gillianquigley on Mar 27, 2017 0:15:03 GMT
When Kiyoemon had gotten ready, everything would be perfect except for one thing. No matter how much he kept himself neat and presentable, there was always something off about his appearance: something that he and others could always nitpick over. Whenever he’d be all ready for the day, looking neat as a pin, he’d step in a pile of dirt or slip and fall, scuffing said pair of shoes, or whenever he had worn a perfectly tailored suit for his mistress’s dinner and tea, the second he exited his room, a large tear appeared. This time, although nothing had happened to his shoes or his pants, his hair was too messy, granted it was always this messy, but on days like these, it shouldn’t be like that. So many things today could go right, but then they’d all be wrong in a split second. That was just his luck.
Like today, for instance, they had arrived on the fabled isle of Ayashima, yet six people had already been killed. Yoshiko hadn't been there to witness any of it! The furniture sighed and fixed some tea, waiting for his mistress to arrive.
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