Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-29225557-20170601220358/@comment-32069987-20170601224332

Musume scoffed as she walked out of her limo that her father rented. She strutted down the front walkway as if she was a supermodel. She held onto a tiny clutch as she walked, one foot infront of the other. She had a suitcase that was rolling behind her, carrying many things including pajamas and make-up.

Osoro never left, she didn't care about sleepwear. She leaned against one of the incinerator walls, smoking on a fresh cigarette. She made a small puff and looked up at the sky, thinking about Taro Yamada. Her new and only friend, not counting her loyal delinquent cronies.