If Mo Ran had used a napkin to messily draw a little cat and husky on it, only to give it to Chu Wanning when he spilled something on himself, Chu Wanning would keep that shit in his pocket for the rest of his life.
especially a stray dog who had frozen in the bitter cold so many times that the mere sight of salted roads made him shiver in anticipation of snow and the coming winter.
Taxian-jun looked imposing, but he alone knew the truth about himself. He was nothing but a wandering stray. A stray who was forever searching for a place where he could curl up, a place to call "home." He spent fifteen years searching and was still unable to find it.
And so, his love and hate had become laughably straightforward. If someone gave him a beating, he would hate them. If someone gave him a bowl of soup, he would love them. He was just that simple, after all."
I was at a Melee tournament last night, hadn’t played the game in ages, saw a Mario player use this alt and got struck with Umineko Derangement Syndrome again