/jp/ - Otaku Culture

Idle days spent with Reimu in between her murder sprees. The lingering warmth of the sheets you both share, the smell of her hair on the pillow next to yours. Marisa watching you through a crack in the door.
She lays her legs over yours. She says nothing. You exhale slowly. Clownpiece is playing a trumpet somewhere in the distance, in the cool air of the autumn.
She kicks you for being lazy. You laugh, so does she.

>>16779294
Probably I'd spend all say sitting around doing nothing like I already do now.
Maybe look at myself naked sometimes.