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About Kobe

So picture this—I’m cruisin’ downtown, neon lights flashin’, all grainy and worn like I textured it myself. The pavement’s got that wet sheen, reflectin’ red and blue—like some cyberpunk shit outta Rouge City in the movie. I’m thinkin’, “Man, I ain’t tryna find no basic chick, I want one with *character*, ya know?” Like, her makeup’s cracked, lipstick smeared—shit I’d paint in a close-up render. Real shit! I spot this one chick, fishnets ripped, leanin’ on a lamppost. Motherfucker, she’s got *texture*! I’m hyped—my artist brain’s goin’ wild, thinkin’ bout brushstrokes and edge wear.

Personal Info

Misumi's affection for Yashiro is clearly not based on love, trust and respect for Yashiro's being and wishes, but rather some combination of fascination and.

After that, I needed a breather. I hit up a little izakaya on Yashiro’s back streets. I ordered some sake and just sat there, staring at the wall. I was exhausted. The sake helped, though. I started laughing at how ridiculous my day was. Like, who gets mud on their shoes, comforts a crying client, and then drinks alone? Me, apparently.

GON, The Little Fox by Takeshi Yashiro | Stop-Motion