[ MinaMina opens the mailbox lid andβ- immediately slams it shut again at the very first sign of light bursting out of it as if that thin little metal cover can hold back what could be a bomb going off inside the box
if it weren't for nothing happening for the next second and a half, and Minato lets the lid fall back open again, squinting against the light, and sacrificing his left arm to reach inside and pull out exactly what the ticket said: a bow.
He holds it in his hands, unsure of if he's even holding it properly, let alone knowing how to shoot with it. ]
People would only see the light of day on special occasions. Think you can gather enough signatures?
[ He's well aware of the lack of people he knows and gets along with, but Dave is different, somebody who is established and willing to back him for whatever godforsaken reason. If only he could be a god that easily, not the mortal he is who shivers as he pulls the scarf off from around his neck so he can reopen the mailbox again and wrap it around the bow so that light only peeks out through the tips where the bow strings are attached. ]
[ Great. He knows where he can find a block of stone, he's got paint at his apartment, and he lies there and waits for death every night, so everything is set. ]
I have no idea what Suburb is. [ Sburb? Suburb... ] If you want to explain it.
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[ SO WHAT'D WE GET, MINAMINA ]
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if it weren't for nothing happening for the next second and a half, and Minato lets the lid fall back open again, squinting against the light, and sacrificing his left arm to reach inside and pull out exactly what the ticket said: a bow.
He holds it in his hands, unsure of if he's even holding it properly, let alone knowing how to shoot with it. ]
I think I'll also have to invest in shades.
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What the fuck. Are you the sun god or somethin'?
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If I were a sun god, I'd make it so there's never and sun.
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*any sun... pretend all my typos don't exist
[ He's well aware of the lack of people he knows and gets along with, but Dave is different, somebody who is established and willing to back him for whatever godforsaken reason. If only he could be a god that easily, not the mortal he is who shivers as he pulls the scarf off from around his neck so he can reopen the mailbox again and wrap it around the bow so that light only peeks out through the tips where the bow strings are attached. ]
what typoes
[ or he could ramble at people until they signed just to make him go away EITHER OR ]
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I'll leave it to you to get me to god tier, then.
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I have no idea what Suburb is. [ Sburb? Suburb... ] If you want to explain it.
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So you can't create gods, huh? Sort of disappointing...
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I don't really plan to fight people.
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