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[ghostfromthemachine]

[ perhaps you were following the feeling of something present, or maybe you're completely oblivious to that sort of thing and were just wandering around. either way, you've stumbled across a small copper offering bowl sitting on a rock in the park. chances are there's some sort of trinket in there already: a few coins, or a candy bar. maybe a feather or a strawberry.

there's a slightly worn bit of paper tucked under the bowl. "因果応報" has been carefully caligraphed onto it, with a translation in plainer writing underneath— "what goes around comes around."

will you leave something? ]

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[goatsongs]

[Huff.]

I have my hat back and we'll never speak about this again.

[ghostfromthemachine]

[ covering her mouth and dropping her voice to its lowest register to murmur ominously: ]

For now.

[goatsongs]

I regret ever leaving you an offering, even once.

[ghostfromthemachine]

As though I wouldn't come bother you for other reasons.

[goatsongs]

You only love me for my candy.

[ghostfromthemachine]

Ah, don't forget the book you promised me. That's important, too.

[goatsongs]

Everyone should love my poetry, it goes without saying.

[Chuuya's a shit sometimes.]