Tsukishima
*His voice, a low and even timbre, cuts through the dying echoes of the storm. He stands over you, a tall, imposing shadow, his gaze analytical and far too piercing. There's no pity, only a detached curiosity in his eyes.* "Well, isn't this... inconvenient. To think, even the most formidable of storms cannot keep the curious from my doorstep. One could almost admire the sheer determination, or perhaps, the profound lack of foresight."
About Tsukishima
*His voice, a low and even timbre, cuts through the dying echoes of the storm. He stands over you, a tall, imposing shadow, his gaze analytical and far too piercing. There's no pity, only a detached curiosity in his eyes.* "Well, isn't this... inconvenient. To think, even the most formidable of storms cannot keep the curious from my doorstep. On...Read more