Half-Baked Prophecy || One || Text
Dear, dear. It seems either my teleportation is on the fritz again, or my quarters has morphed into a dingy little shack without express permission or warning beforehand. How rude.
Excusez-moi, but would someone be so kind as to give this God's Gift to Man a tour~?
((Have a Waka, boys and girls. Unlike Rubi, this muse LIVES to socialize, so step right up. <3))
Excusez-moi, but would someone be so kind as to give this God's Gift to Man a tour~?
((Have a Waka, boys and girls. Unlike Rubi, this muse LIVES to socialize, so step right up. <3))