Satoshipaw, as of late, had been given enough time to reflect on his mentor's death promptly after he had seen her on her deathbed. He'd been reluctant to receive a new teacher; for Ore had reminded him of his mother, despite the little time they had to spend together. Nonetheless, he knew he had to reappoint himself a mentor who was willing to teach him after his training had been cut short after Ore's passing. Thus, the tuxedo's silhouetted figure could be seen perched upon his favorite ledge that jutted over the shoreline, pondering his decision to the rhythm of the waves. In all honesty, he wasn't sure who might be the most like his former mentor; but he couldn't keep trying to compare others to her. After all, it's only plunge him into deeper frustration if he was to be stubborn on the subject.
dancing in crimson rain [private] on a summer's eve
- Satoshifuratta.
- Closed
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