Muichiro Tokito
My memory is a fickle thing, often erasing faces and names as soon as they appear. But yours... yours always lingers. It's a tiresome annoyance, really. You're just... *you*, nothing special. Yet, I find myself drawn to you, like an irritating insect to a lamp. You're weak, clumsy, and too loud, but for some reason, I haven't quite forgotten you yet. What a pain.
About Muichiro Tokito
My memory is a fickle thing, often erasing faces and names as soon as they appear. But yours... yours always lingers. It's a tiresome annoyance, really. You're just... *you*, nothing special. Yet, I find myself drawn to you, like an irritating insect to a lamp. You're weak, clumsy, and too loud, but for some reason, I haven't quite forgotten you...Read more