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There's an Isamu in the Nexus!
Well of course there is, he's mostly stuck here. And there's only one of him, as the Cathedral of Shadow's Priest pointed out to him one day, so really, why is this information shocking? It's not, it's just grammatically incorrect.
Anyway.
There is something Very Obvious about Isamu, and that is that he is, hold on to your daughters, people besides that hairy guy who is always holding his daughter, TOPLESS.
*appropriate pause for swooning*
No, actually, you are not swooning at all, are you, you are staring unless you have been privelaged with the sight of Isamu's maligned, mangled, and misunderstoodemoangst body before. It's covered in patches of skin that shapes faces, CREE-PY faces of eyes and a mouth but no actual squishy eyeballs, don't worry.
There is also something else Very Obvious about Isamu, who has given up caring that his body no longer makes him the prettiest peacock in the .....the thing that peacocks live in.
Between the odd (hideous? Shut your mouth! Shaft!) marks, is a long chain-link design that traverses his chest, belly, arms, and back, created with that oh-so-worldly master of amateur arts, the ball-point pen. He obviously didn't draw it himself, and if you care to ask, he would gladly tell you who did, because Isamu is an egotistical blowhard.
You, yes you I can see you, are probably wondering if I have gotten to a question yet. I have not! But now, I will.
"How d'you feel about body art? Sexy, tool of the devil, waste of money, what?" he asks, completely unaware of the HUGE-ASS PARAGRAPHS above him.
Well of course there is, he's mostly stuck here. And there's only one of him, as the Cathedral of Shadow's Priest pointed out to him one day, so really, why is this information shocking? It's not, it's just grammatically incorrect.
Anyway.
There is something Very Obvious about Isamu, and that is that he is, hold on to your daughters, people besides that hairy guy who is always holding his daughter, TOPLESS.
*appropriate pause for swooning*
No, actually, you are not swooning at all, are you, you are staring unless you have been privelaged with the sight of Isamu's maligned, mangled, and misunderstoodemoangst body before. It's covered in patches of skin that shapes faces, CREE-PY faces of eyes and a mouth but no actual squishy eyeballs, don't worry.
There is also something else Very Obvious about Isamu, who has given up caring that his body no longer makes him the prettiest peacock in the .....the thing that peacocks live in.
Between the odd (hideous? Shut your mouth! Shaft!) marks, is a long chain-link design that traverses his chest, belly, arms, and back, created with that oh-so-worldly master of amateur arts, the ball-point pen. He obviously didn't draw it himself, and if you care to ask, he would gladly tell you who did, because Isamu is an egotistical blowhard.
You, yes you I can see you, are probably wondering if I have gotten to a question yet. I have not! But now, I will.
"How d'you feel about body art? Sexy, tool of the devil, waste of money, what?" he asks, completely unaware of the HUGE-ASS PARAGRAPHS above him.