and there's a coworker you knew, a face you saw daily. and somehow it felt like the armor on the body surrounding had become an incinerator of dogma. a brass bull now confronting you, gloves now heavy gauntlets seeking your throat. and you wonder if next time you file more applications to tres association if you'll see this face, full of tubing and iron when you look at your coworker again.

trust me you don't want to know (but ty for the compliment on the doodle aha )

in before i just make a version of xiao's theme from ruina except it's a parody about how ishmael still can't get beef noodles

i bang the drum (court of food) demanding a new order (you got the wrong one! won't you give me beef noodles instead beef noodles instead? ) stop leading me on!

lol but naw i'm too much into my years long project moon brainrot so most of the new stuff is limbus