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Turn-From-Evil-and-Do-Good-Seek-Peace-and-Pursue-I ([personal profile] pacetua) wrote2020-02-09 10:40 am
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pace_tua> It's Peace~ ʕ •ᴥ•ʔゝ☆
pace_tua> wyd?
kokuryuu: (2D- attention is caught)

[personal profile] kokuryuu 2021-04-24 05:43 am (UTC)(link)
Oh dear. Did... Monsieur Javert...

Oh? Wait. Was not Monsieur Javert the keeper of the prison? Yet now he is in it?
kokuryuu: (3D- red hoodie you've gotta be shitting)

[personal profile] kokuryuu 2021-04-25 10:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Prison sentences usually are. It is of no matter, no explanation is needed.

I should take him a sand witch

Speaking of
what kind of pie do you like the best
peach? citron?
kokuryuu: (2D- looking up quietly)

[personal profile] kokuryuu 2021-04-26 01:05 am (UTC)(link)
Ugh. In my experience, Earls are the worst of all nobility. Insufferable pompous windbags
No wonder one named a food after himself
I am rolling my eyes with great hardness

I do not know elderberry
Please show me this berry when we go out. I shall learn its flavour and marry it well with other ingredients

I shall meet you soon then. I am exciting, to window shop


[ooc: Shall we action? it will be zany]
kokuryuu: (3D- bowing eyes lowered politely)

[personal profile] kokuryuu 2021-05-07 07:54 pm (UTC)(link)
"My lady." Souma's low-ass rumbly voice sounded from behind, uncomfortably close because he had no sense of the right way to do personal space in modern western culture. He was standing there, dressed in a black kimono and straw sandals, and holding Peace's parasol above his head as if it was completely normal for him. His drawstring money-pouch hung from his obi, and his swords as well.

In his hand was a small bouquet of pink and purple lupines, tied with a bright rose ribbon. This he held out to Peace with a courtly bow, hand to his chest.