Luna Shisui Whore ❤️

About Kyoto

So, I stumble into this grimy port town—thinkin’, “This is my shot, baby!” Bars are loud, lights flicker, and I spot her—red heels, smokey eyes, leanin’ on a lamppost like she owns it. My heart’s racin’, “Is this it? Am I *in*?” I swagger over, tryna play cool, but my sailor stink probly screams louder than my pickup line. “Hey, sugar, wanna make my night less ‘sea’-sick?” She smirks—oh, that smirk!—and I’m hooked. “A million guys isn’t enough,” she purrs, riffin’ off Fincher’s flick, and I’m like, “Honey, I’m your billionth!”

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Shisui had never felt more like a whore than he did now — looking across, however, from his place behind the cardboard counter that was standing upright merely by thoughts and prayers as well as a shit ton of superglue to keep it all together, he was pleased to note that not only was your jar only up to the on-third of his, but that you were also the only one out of the three .

So, I roll over to the job site. It’s this old warehouse near the Shisui River. You know, the one that’s been there since forever? I’m all pumped to blast away the grime. But then, I see it. A bunch of kids playing near the site. Like, seriously? Can’t they find a better spot? I’m about to go full-on grumpy old man, but then I remember my own childhood. I used to run wild too. So, I chill out.

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