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( closed. ) you had one job
Who: asano keigo & karakurenai
When: end of september.
Where: delivery locations...
What: rejections upon rejections.
Rating: n/a!
( jobs and all they inevitably required were... a pain in the ass.
while they were something he discovered to be imperative in this world, whether for personal wealth, or in harvesting more working knowledge of these lands and its varying degrees of intricacies— they were still inherently troublesome af. to begin with, while he's vanquished malicious entities under the guise of working under the tiger house, he's never actually held a job before. he's never been required to, really. he was blessed with a vast amount of social influence, as well as hard, cold, money ( jumin voice: i only get checks ), and so he's never really thought too deeply on it. until, arriving within the ranks of this newfound republic, that is.
hence, here is is. in the middle of handing our rejections for the bird blooded magic school of mana studies.... or some crap. he honestly couldn't care less, even if he exerted the desire to. regardless, after the first and the second, he finds there's an obnoxious pattern to dropping these off. a pattern defined by screams, wailing, and ... bouts of incredible despair. while he's walked out of them unscathed, it didn't make it any less exhausting. hence, the minute he finds someone... with a similar garb and with a familiar animal at their side, he immediately... ropes them into his efforts notome style. ) You.
Follow me, punk. ( he grasps the back of his collar... and he pretty much drags. what a wonderful way to spark cr and this log, am i right? aka, i'm so sorry, he's a disaster. )
When: end of september.
Where: delivery locations...
What: rejections upon rejections.
Rating: n/a!
( jobs and all they inevitably required were... a pain in the ass.
while they were something he discovered to be imperative in this world, whether for personal wealth, or in harvesting more working knowledge of these lands and its varying degrees of intricacies— they were still inherently troublesome af. to begin with, while he's vanquished malicious entities under the guise of working under the tiger house, he's never actually held a job before. he's never been required to, really. he was blessed with a vast amount of social influence, as well as hard, cold, money ( jumin voice: i only get checks ), and so he's never really thought too deeply on it. until, arriving within the ranks of this newfound republic, that is.
hence, here is is. in the middle of handing our rejections for the bird blooded magic school of mana studies.... or some crap. he honestly couldn't care less, even if he exerted the desire to. regardless, after the first and the second, he finds there's an obnoxious pattern to dropping these off. a pattern defined by screams, wailing, and ... bouts of incredible despair. while he's walked out of them unscathed, it didn't make it any less exhausting. hence, the minute he finds someone... with a similar garb and with a familiar animal at their side, he immediately... ropes them into his efforts notome style. ) You.
Follow me, punk. ( he grasps the back of his collar... and he pretty much drags. what a wonderful way to spark cr and this log, am i right? aka, i'm so sorry, he's a disaster. )