This is based off of my drawing above :)

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This is poggers :)

Im sorry in advance :)
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♧3rd Person POV♧

Douma was just sitting. Weird. Anyways. He was sitting. It was night of course, he didn't want to burn in the daylight. Plus, there were no spots to chill in the shade, and if there were, they were all deemed 'boring' by Douma.

He was sitting on a box like chair. Staring into nothingness. He has decided to pose like he is in front of a camera. He clutched his right hand over his fan so it does not fall when he lifts up his arm, and brought his hand next to his face. He then weakly clutched his left hand and brought thaf to his head. He brought both of his knees close to his stomach, not close enough to be touching, but close enough, the other leg farther then the first.

Douma then tilted his head, mimicking the many times he has seen someone pose rather dramatically(not that Douma cares...) right before he sees the blood and hole in their chest. Whoopsie... turns out his hand slipped and landed in the chest of the unsuspecting person...

Anyways, he waited in that pose for what felt like eternity, it was only 30 seconds. Douma could not sit still for the life of him.

Off in the distance, Shinobu was walking with a knife coated in Wisteria posion. She was looking for a certain upper moon, sister killing demon. She turned her head to the left and spotted him. Shinobu let out a quiet, almost inaudible, gasp. A smile quickly spread itself on her face.

She started walking over to him. '... why is he posing like that?? So dramatic' Shinobu thought with an eyeroll at the end. She quickly lit up, remembering the task at hand. She was a few steps away from him. A few steps away from ending the stupid sister killer who does not drink his respect women juice.

Back on topic. She was directly behind him. She rose the knife, readying the knife to plunge in his stupid thick skull.

Of course, Douma knew she was there. At least his body language showed that. He is dumb sometimes.

Shinobu plunged the knife in Douma's head. "Ow! Akaaza!! Not again!! That hurt!!" Douma whined. Out the corner of his eye, he saw purple. "Since when did you look purple? And look butterfly -y??" Douma questioned.

"You know that won't kill me Shinny~~~" Shinobu's smile started to become strained, a sign she was getting irritated or angry. She just drove the knife deeper and twisted it. Douma just shrieked, despite not being able to die, he can still feel pain.

And so the night went on. Douma saying something stupid and Shinobu twisting the knife or stabbing it in another place of the head. And if Akaaza was there watching with a smirk and a 'better learn your lesson loser' on his lips, no one would point it out.

"You are just being dramatic~" Shinobu said at the end.

Douma was just crying big fat tears.

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Idk, I was inspired.

Have fun

~Ash

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