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//Now, I'm not saying Sōjō Lily gets it on, but she definitely gets it on

Sōjō Lily: Look, it’s Shuten! Art thou thinking what I’m thinking? Sōjōbō Yeah. Let’s push her down the shrine stairs.

Sōjōbō: Wow. You admitted someone ELSE was right and apologized. Did it hurt? Sōjō Lily: It felt perfectly fine. I love the queasy feeling of disgust and regret. It’s like kittens fighting in mine stomach. Everyone loves kittens. Shuteth up.

*slaps tiddy* These things can fit so many peaches in them *Proceeds to pull a peach out of her clevage*

This was older Sōjōbō doing this btw. Lily can barely fit a single bite sized Hershey bar in hers

Sōjō Lily: Sarcasm is a disturbing thing coming from a woman of your age. Sōjōbō: And what age would that be? Sōjō Lily, nervously: Umm, early hundreds...? Sōjōbō: Atta girl~

//The best part about the post with Florence is that none of you outside of myself and nurse min know why Sōjō Lily calls Florence, Swindler woman

Sōjō Lily: Is mine hat too far forward? Sōjōbō: No, we can still see your face.

Sōjō Lily: I’ve been dropping subtle hints that I liketh her. Sōjō Lily, walking over to Shuten: Sōjō Lily: I shall purge thy filth you damned youkai!!

Sōjō Lily: Words ending in “ie” are so cute. Like “cutie”, “sweetie”, “cookie”— Sōjōbō: “Die.” Sōjō Lily: ...

Sōjōbō Lily, holding out 12 candy wrappers on a paper plate: Please dateth me

Sōjōbō: Lily looks like she's in deep thought. Ushi: She said she's wondering if she should eat 10 coconut cakes or 12. Sōjōbō, looking ready to facepalm: Of course

Sōjō lily, after a checkup: How am I looking swindler woman? Florence, taking off her glasses: You have lesbian

I don't exactly speak mine mind to often as I don't feel it mine place, but I'd like to state that my older self's mental state is not quite... together. I do worry about her mental health greatly...

//I wake up, groggy and not aware of my surroundings, after sleeping for about 12 hours. Only to be brought this tweet. My point is. I'm dying of laughter. Thank you

//12 hours of sleeping straight only to wake up to a splitting headache. Thanks body. You really pulled through for me

//Confused accounts again. Whoops