ABOUT THIS SITE
What kind of world awaits you at the end of our journey?
You will have to wait and see with baited breath.
Rui is a big fan of a wide variety of sweets, especially those soda gummies. However, he strongly dislikes vegetables.... refusing to eat broccoli altogether. He also dislikes "vegetable-like textures" on other foods, for example watermelon 🍉. He likes to eat Taiyaki from the centre first.
Rui has a vibrant purple hairstyle with striking light blue streaks through out. He has amazing yellow eyes with glowing red eyeliner. Kamishiro also has a light pastel blue ear piercing in his right ear. as for his clothes, rui wears a purple coat with yellow splashes over a dark blue vest shirt, which has a nice yellow ribbon on top. His light grey pants are civered at the bottom by a pair of tall boots which contain a purple/white diamond pattern at their topmost part. The interior of rui's coat is a checkered yellow, and the back of it is a calm, darker pink. Rui's initial outfit was put together by akiyama Mizuki. In Brand New World, Rui has a completely different outfit with a more white coat, but for now I really can't be bothered getting into the details of that 😅
LYRICS TRANSLATION OF THE DAY:
becoming potatoes by neru
translation:
The situation is unsalvageable here in the bullpen full of scrubs,
‘Cause we’re lacking even our shoddy youth and tears themselves.
Naturally, we can’t crack a smile. Even a comedic scene will crumble into tragedy.
Apparently, that’s just life—the blending of chowder gone cold.
For how long shall we act like the buttons on the clothes we wear are done up right?
That so? I suppose there’s no point in pleading, then.
Take refuge every now and again in a raging fire. Pour some oil onto it, along with what is good and right.
All our lives, all our plans, all of them are becoming potatoes.
Tomorrow blows bubbles as it simmers, coming to a boil as the icy stares dictate,
While our visions of the future and our laws for success are all becoming potatoes.
Just like this, everyone indulges and leaves a mess on the table, melting what lies ahead into mush.
With that sort of life the way it is, let’s get all disheveled!
There’s no time left. We haven't the right to condescend to anyone.
Even the booing that the rabble lets out is a visible honor these days.
No one can help themself from saying, “Naturally, we can’t crack a smile.”
You know how “one who knows little often repeats it”? We’re spinning in circles like that, turning into butter.
Won’t someone please believe that this wasn’t our intention at the outset?
Though there’s no place in the whole thing for proof otherwise?
Toss some wood on the fire with the face of a know-nothing right then.
All our lives, all our plans, all of them are becoming potatoes.
Tomorrow is well-cooked and boiling completely, going up with such high flames that you can’t even see it,
While our visions of the future and our laws for success are all becoming potatoes.
Just like this, everyone indulges and leaves a mess on the table, melting what lies ahead into mush.
In that sort of bowl, let’s embark on a distraction from our troubles or whatever!
With that sort of life the way it is, let’s get all disheveled!
Translation: MeaningfulUsername