Aug 29, 2011 13:18
[The young warlord sits at the edge of the wooden floorboards outside of his house, a shallow cup held delicately between his fingers as he takes a sip, leaning back against the side post.
He glances down at the piece of paper in his other hand, penned with one simple line in Japanese, that of which he folds with a simple shift of his fingers before resting his hand over the large lizard-like creature that lies sprawled half across his lap.]
c: liechtenstein,
masamune date