sIX | | only the scent of you remains
[For those passing by 338 Brady Lane, they may or may not notice a Saya sitting in the front of her lawn, incarcerating playing with her bizarre bone golem creature-thing, grinning in glee as Fumi-chan (the name she lovingly donned it) attempts to escape the cage of white picket fencing enclosing her house. Aww look at her; she's so happy~
SHE'S ALWAYS WANTED A NON-HUMAN PET.
Does it bother her that her new pet is composed of animal carcasses? Of course not.
Does it bother her that the thing won't die no matter how many times she tried stabbing it with a kitchen knife? No. She doesn't even mind that the insides of her home have been rearranged to resemble the hangout of a drunkard/Russian woman.
Saya loves her Fumi-chan~ NO FUCK YOU GIRIKO YOU CAN'T HAVE IT BACK
Also, for whom may concern, Saya has postponed her sperm donation plan until a later date. Like when she regains her tentacles. BUT SHE HASN'T FORGOTTEN ABOUT YOU ELIGIBLE GUYS.]
SHE'S ALWAYS WANTED A NON-HUMAN PET.
Does it bother her that her new pet is composed of animal carcasses? Of course not.
Does it bother her that the thing won't die no matter how many times she tried stabbing it with a kitchen knife? No. She doesn't even mind that the insides of her home have been rearranged to resemble the hangout of a drunkard/Russian woman.
Saya loves her Fumi-chan~ NO FUCK YOU GIRIKO YOU CAN'T HAVE IT BACK
Also, for whom may concern, Saya has postponed her sperm donation plan until a later date. Like when she regains her tentacles. BUT SHE HASN'T FORGOTTEN ABOUT YOU ELIGIBLE GUYS.]