(it looks nice enough. kimihiro has divided the store into sections -- a reception, where the guests take out their shoes, a moon painted in gold adorning the Japanese-style separation into the inner parts of the "house". pushing that to the side, one finds a small kitchen and a table in view, tea sets and alcohol bottles peacefully waiting to be perused on the counter.
if one is curious enough, they may go upstairs, where they will find the space-time witch lying on a couch in a butterfly pattern kimono, sucking in smoke that leaves his lungs through his nose. in the corner, a futon bed, in the middle of the room, a dinner table with cushions for seats.
the shop 2.0.
if one is curious enough, they may go upstairs, where they will find the space-time witch lying on a couch in a butterfly pattern kimono, sucking in smoke that leaves his lungs through his nose. in the corner, a futon bed, in the middle of the room, a dinner table with cushions for seats.
he's not giving up.)