[Cooking Lalala.]
[Shinju standing in his kitchen, making something on the stove. His music is playing rather loudly, and he's singing along as he prepares his meal. It seems he's forgotten that his kitchen window is open, letting the smell and the sound drift out into the City.]
No, I don't want to battle from year to end,
I don't want to cycle and recycle revenge,
I don't want to follow Death and all of his friends...
[Feel free to come knock on his door or talk through the window. He might be making a bit more food than he can eat by himself.]
No, I don't want to battle from year to end,
I don't want to cycle and recycle revenge,
I don't want to follow Death and all of his friends...
[Feel free to come knock on his door or talk through the window. He might be making a bit more food than he can eat by himself.]