Welcome to Tokyo, Ugly Friends

                                    

                                          
Helpful Notes
(Y/n) = Your Name
(E/c) = Eye Color
(H/c) = Hair Color
(F/a) = Favorite Animal
(F/c/b) = Favorite Cold Beverage
(F/p) = Favorite Pastry 
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Boots clicking against the pavement, hips swaying with the beat that emitted from the girls headphones as she came to a stop. 
Her pink tinted heart shaped glasses were pulled down to her nose, luscious (e/c) orbs took in the sights as she smacked her pink glitter gloss together before smirking. 
"At last~ Tokyooooo~!" She exclaimed happily, pushing her glasses back and cheering in the streets, getting strange looks from pedestrians passing by but paid no attention. 
After all, when your fabulous as The (Y/n) Rose, who gives a fuck? 


~~~~~
 I like digging holes
and 
hiding things inside them
~~~~~


Humming a catchy tune she continued her quest walking through the streets of the infamous Tokyo, Japan. Eyes sparkling behind the pink tinted glasses, freshly cut (h/c) tresses moved softly in the breeze.
'New country, New Bitch. Who dis?' (Y/n) thought to herself and snickered at her own humor. Her outfit was simple, but stylish.
 Black boots that rested just below the knee accompanied by sheer white tights underneath. 
A pink school girl skirt rested comfortably on her hips, while a white shirt was tucked underneath it, a simple (f/a) that was cartoonish rested in the middle. 
She also wore a black zip up hoodie, the words "Doki Doki!" written on the left side where her heart would be in white, on her back rested a book bag, which was adorned with pins and keychains of all sorts. 

Though the thing that stood out the most was attached to her neck. On a silver chain rested right in the center of her chest dangled



















Sukuna's Finger.


~~~~~
When I grow old 
I hope I won't forget
 to find them
~~~~~



Stomach growling she walked into the first cafe that was nearby, the smell of food making her drool as she stood there, becoming hungrier by the second. 
"Table for one?" A polite voice asked from beside her, making her look over at the woman in embarrassment. 

"Yes please!" 

Following after her and saying a quick thanks her eyes began to scan the menu, each item sounding more appealing than the next, completely ignorant of the stares she was getting from the table beside her. 

"Miss, are you ready to order?" A male asked, her attention taken away from the menu as she smiled up at him. 

"Yes! I'll take a (f/c/b) and let me try your 
(f/p) as well!" (Y/n) stated before handing the menu back to the gentleman, watching him walk off to put in the order and fetch her beverage. 

It wasn't until a unsettling feeling came from beside her than made her unconsciously look to her right, eyebrows raised as she completely ignored the out stretched hand that was going to touch her arm. Who seemed to have a creepy smile on his face, though it definitely fit them, given they looked like Frankenstein's aborted son. 

But her gaze looked passed the curse spirit, as if she couldn't see him to begin with. Eyebrows now furrowed down as she frowned before pointing at the man who seemed to wear monk like clothing, who she noticed previously was the only one getting talked too by the employee.