backdated to sunday, text.

[stophamatime]

[Text is easier, Ken figures. It gives him time to read back over what he's written, double-check for typos, look a couple things up in his dictionary and make sure it's translating right, and generally put on enough polish to not sound like an eleven-year-old who's been in the country for all of two days.]

I used to go to the shrine every day back home. I don't think they're very common in America, but it seems like there are a lot of Japanese students here.

Is there anything like that on the school grounds? Or just a quiet enough place to go would be okay, too. I don't want to stop just because I moved.

Comments

[stophamatime]

I need a place to pray, not a place to donate.

[musou_tensei]

good fortune doesnt come to the stingy

-Where... did his good typing go?-

[stophamatime]

I don't think good fortune would be coming to me anyway. I just have a promise to keep.

[musou_tensei]

fine. whatever. shrine will be set up in the gardens. better place for it.

[stophamatime]

[THIS IS NOT ACTUALLY THE OUTCOME HE EXPECTED...]

Really?

Thank you!

[musou_tensei]

-Ken can count himself lucky that Reimu has enough scruples not to hold the kid's religion for ransom.-

if you want to thank me, leave a donation

[stophamatime]

I don't have a lot of money. But maybe I can find something.

[He'll at least leave you a bag of chips or something, Reimu.]

[musou_tensei]

fair enough.