七海
@7hree.bsky.social
Curses and other people have nothing to do with me ( as long as I have money, money, money, money, money, money, money . . . )
Hm ... I can see that, yes. Considering the bakery is already closed, again—then, yes. I am heading home. Are you?
That is commendable of you to say. Though I wouldn't do anything beyond my pay grade. Do I? Hm. I did nothing too taxing.
Both of us do, don't we? I don't think it's that important to keep track of. I assume work has been treating you better.
// i knowwww i said i'll be here but as much as i'd love to, finals is kicking my ass. you'll see me soon... sometime...
// i realized i have no muse information on pinned. i'll get to that... once im done with this game
♇ᡣ𐭩 A CHARACTER WRITTEN IN A MIRROR IMAGE OF #𝓟𝓵𝓾𝓽𝓸 Minor and limitless lewd do not interact account. Will contain dead dove themes such as gore, abuse, body horror, exposed organs, and other themes not suitable to minors. Mun is 27. Will contain semi-lewd themes; multi-ship w/ friends only.
⠀ ⠀ Finding more fallen-out hairs on your pillow, watching your favourite stuffed bread disappear from the convenience store...
七海@7hree.bsky.social · 5mo ago⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ... The accumulation of those little 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑠 is what makes a person an 𝒂𝒅𝒖𝒍𝒕. ⠀ ⠀
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ... The accumulation of those little 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑠 is what makes a person an 𝒂𝒅𝒖𝒍𝒕. ⠀ ⠀
He should already be in the grocery store, stocking up on fruits and vegetables because his favorite bakery was closed for the day. It would be a lie if he admitted that the intrusion didn't irritate him at least a little. Being treated to a drink sounded like fair compensation. —
He followed suit, slightly bowing his head in greeting. As if he was still in his salary man mode. Which, he was up until half an hour ago. "Nanami Kento," he straightened up again, "pleasure to make your acquaintance."
There was a subtle change in his expression, one that spoke of quiet relief. After all, he had just gotten off work. He couldn't tolerate overtime. "And so you are proven correct," sharp, yet polite. It would take one to know one. Though this man didn't look like a teacher. "You are...?"
It was directed at him, there was no mistaking it. No use in playing coy either. He stared at the man in front of him for a while before speaking up, "I can't help you. My apologies."