Who: Kimihiro&You What: Getting to know the Void, just generally being confused. Catch-all post! Where: Around the Void! When: November OOC Content Warnings: Nothing!! Perhaps spoilers?
People who need it. (they have a wish, knowing or not. sometimes word-of-mouth brings clients, but should they not need it, it simply appears as a grass field between two buildings, enormous and imposing like most tokyo.
mugetsu coos, happily moving his tiny head wherever he'd like yoshizawa to scratch, as if he was guiding. non-chalantly, kimihiro complements it, as he belatedly realizes it might be too vague of a description.) People who have a wish they need granted.
[ In response to his words, Yoshizawa stiffens up, the expression on her face immediately turning from something friendly and kind to one a lot more guarded, hesitant. With just those eight words, the newcomer's store has gone from sounding like something innocent and missed to sounding sinister. In her experience, a granted wish isn't necessarily a good thing.
Her fingers continue to stroke over the little fox's head, appreciating the guidance, but it's an action run almost on instinct now as she looks at the man sitting in front of her, a small frown on her face. ]
(sometimes, it isn't. it's not his job to weigh whether the wish is wrong or right, good or bad. such concepts just don't exist, they're solely based on a person's own perspective. his job is to help those who need it, receive payment to keep the store alive and wait for her to return.
he can tell that she immediately tensed up, though. he too wasn't too keen on that concept before he realized that mostly, they did more good than harm.)
Any wish as long as I can grant it, and the wish can be paid for with something of equal value.
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mugetsu coos, happily moving his tiny head wherever he'd like yoshizawa to scratch, as if he was guiding. non-chalantly, kimihiro complements it, as he belatedly realizes it might be too vague of a description.) People who have a wish they need granted.
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Her fingers continue to stroke over the little fox's head, appreciating the guidance, but it's an action run almost on instinct now as she looks at the man sitting in front of her, a small frown on her face. ]
What... what sort of wishes?
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he can tell that she immediately tensed up, though. he too wasn't too keen on that concept before he realized that mostly, they did more good than harm.)
Any wish as long as I can grant it, and the wish can be paid for with something of equal value.