Ghostichino

All of us wonder about our purpose in life, our impact. What mark will we leave on the world that deems us a worthy person for society? What exactly meets that criteria? In the grand scheme of this game called life, does our impact even matter? It's a complex dice roll that the universe makes each and every single day. Whether it's positive or negative, everybody has their place in this game. As the sun rose once again on the loud blaring streets of the city, a young woman reluctantly rose from her bed, which felt like a bed and more like a springy couch cushion. She sat up from her cozy covers, opening her golden-brown eyes, the chill of the morning room infiltrating her blankets. Her name was Kumori Vesper, her galaxy gray color graduated into a dark purple as it reached the bottom tips. It was styled very angularly, almost reminiscent of a spider's legs, and one of her eyes was covered with a 'peek a bang', which she never bothered to fix. Kumori was a college student who

Bonding: It was a warm fall day. The birds were chirping, the wind gusting a little bit.  Miyako Hoshino, a shy 19 year old college student, was buying fabric for her new cosplay outfits. She very much enjoyed using her little sister Hinata and her friends as test subjects, thought they were happy to participate. Ka-Ching, the register dinged Cashier: Thank you for shopping with us! Miyako: Ah.. N-No problem.. She blushed and awkwardly walked out.. She stared at her bag and smiled Miyako: ‘I can’t wait to see how this looks on Hana-Chan..’ She quietly giggled to herself as her tummy rumbled. Miyako: !... ‘I never ate breakfast today.. I’m starving…’ She looks around and spots a pastry stand. They were handing out cinnamon rolls, the look of them made her drool a little, she tapped both of her cheeks as she prepared to get in line Miyako: ‘I can do this.. I can do this..’ One by one, the line got shorter, until it was her turn. Pastry Cashier: May I help you? They smiled brightly