[Accurséd Eden] [April Fool's Event '09]
Apr. 1st, 2009 02:38 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mybrotherskeeperIt was a dark, rainy day. Nine at night. It didn't take an Excalibur to realize that there was a problem with that sentence. Fortunately, Gaignun Kukai doesn't care for shit like making sense.
Gaignun, I said, you know what you really need? No, not the touch of a woman. You can get that whenever you feel like it. No, not revenge against your father. You don't even remember your father, and at this rate, that may be for the better. No, you don't need to kill that son of yours, tempting as it may be.
No, Gaignun Kukai, what you need? You need a fucking sandwich.
Gaignun, I said, you know what you really need? No, not the touch of a woman. You can get that whenever you feel like it. No, not revenge against your father. You don't even remember your father, and at this rate, that may be for the better. No, you don't need to kill that son of yours, tempting as it may be.
No, Gaignun Kukai, what you need? You need a fucking sandwich.
