[ Goddamn Makima, why did you have so many dogs? He loves dogs too, who doesn't, but there are limits!
It's a thought that crosses his mind every morning. He wakes up at the crack of dawn to corral the herd and take them to the dog park a few minutes from where he lives now. Nobody in their right mind would get up this early for that and that's exactly why he does it. The dogs have the whole area to themselves, Nayuta plays with him eagerly, and he can shut his eyes on the bench for a time.
It's a cool autumn morning and the school year will begin tomorrow. Kishibe helped him enroll by acting as his legal guardian, and he did the same for Nayuta. "The rest is up to you. Pick her up on your way home, make sure she does her homework, and don't let anyone find out what she is." Yeah, he knows, damn bastard man. If anyone realizes who she is, who she was, then it'll only cause more problems for him. Not helping are the amount of demons coming out of the woodwork to come after him.
He stretches his arms up and grasps for the rising sun, fingers flailing over a ball of light too far to touch. Thirty minutes of this, then he'll take them all back and pass out in peace. So he hopes. ]
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It's a thought that crosses his mind every morning. He wakes up at the crack of dawn to corral the herd and take them to the dog park a few minutes from where he lives now. Nobody in their right mind would get up this early for that and that's exactly why he does it. The dogs have the whole area to themselves, Nayuta plays with him eagerly, and he can shut his eyes on the bench for a time.
It's a cool autumn morning and the school year will begin tomorrow. Kishibe helped him enroll by acting as his legal guardian, and he did the same for Nayuta. "The rest is up to you. Pick her up on your way home, make sure she does her homework, and don't let anyone find out what she is." Yeah, he knows, damn bastard man. If anyone realizes who she is, who she was, then it'll only cause more problems for him. Not helping are the amount of demons coming out of the woodwork to come after him.
He stretches his arms up and grasps for the rising sun, fingers flailing over a ball of light too far to touch. Thirty minutes of this, then he'll take them all back and pass out in peace. So he hopes. ]
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