27 Apr 2020
Haru has had a fair number of witches saunter into his shop. They all share a common theme or aesthetic: freakishly fancy clothes, hideous hats, piles of gold, and a certificate for mastering the craft douchebaggery.
Daisuke fits the magical norm like he invented the mold himself.
Except, he's still here, and that's the problem, isn't it? Haru thinks a sane witch would do one of two things by now: either (a), get the fuck outta' dodge, or (b), place a curse on Haru and take the shop without paying.
Except, he’s just fucking standing around, loitering and shit.
(Or: the circumstances for the purchase of four items from Haru’s shop, each made by one bitch of a witch).
- Part 2 of witches are dicks: the saga
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