Swiftcurrent Creek the dyslexic devil worshipper sold his soul to santa

Chusi, too, craved seafood. And apples for some reason. Maybe berries. She was proper hungry for something, every time she ate too, and had become increasingly more seclusive. She had hoped and prayed and begged the Sea to not have her be pregnant, but it seemed she really had run out of luck.

When she woke up with Koji no where to be found she had grown worried. He wouldn't have left because of the pressure and the anxiety this time had brought, right? When she made her way to the waterways she luckily found him, but he seemed bummed out. Same buddy.

Hey... She greeted softly, claiming a spot sort of beside him but with enough room between them to be comfortable.