[For someone who has always (with one notable exception) known what happens next, this isn't something that Tsuchigomori saw coming. He has always wondered what death- real death- would be like for someone such as him, and this feels a bit like eating your cake and having it too. To experience it and come back is a dream. It itches that curiosity quite strongly, that bone-deep need to know everything possibly accessible to him and everything well past that. Call him hungry, call him greedy. Either way he's got what he wants.
Besides, there are no real vacations from school and the brats that fill it. This is the closest he'll ever get-- that's something to savor.
A lanky man being lofted up by four extra arms seems to be enjoying this honest mingle, an earnest grin spreading across his face. His name tag says "HELLO my name is Tsuchigomori (The 5th Mystery)" and he leans in close to say as much.]
Hello there. My name is Tsuchigomori and I'd like to learn more about you. Go ahead-- I'm sure you have an exciting secret.
ii. heaven
[It's new to essentially view the world as a blank slate-- no preview of everyone's futures like he's accustomed to, just experiencing it all new and raw, firsthand. It sucks. Fun's over, he hates this again.
Tsuchigomori had ventured down to Hell long enough to experience two things: noises so loud he turned tail immediately and a t-shirt salesman who put this horrible shirt on him. So catch an absolutely tired looking man at a cabana in Heaven with Cherubs circling him and making sure the shirt stays ON. He sips from a giant daquiri and is seemingly reading and re-reading the menu over and over. What fun.]
iii. text; un: five
Whoever is rearranging my books by title needs to admit it. I'm not going to name names. Unless I don't get an apology. Then it's [Y/N].
iv. wildcard!
[cause problems on purpose, do whatever you'd like! questions go to liveralone ]
tsuchigomori | toilet-bound hanako-kun | heaven-bound 🕷️
[For someone who has always (with one notable exception) known what happens next, this isn't something that Tsuchigomori saw coming. He has always wondered what death- real death- would be like for someone such as him, and this feels a bit like eating your cake and having it too. To experience it and come back is a dream. It itches that curiosity quite strongly, that bone-deep need to know everything possibly accessible to him and everything well past that. Call him hungry, call him greedy. Either way he's got what he wants.
Besides, there are no real vacations from school and the brats that fill it. This is the closest he'll ever get-- that's something to savor.
A lanky man being lofted up by four extra arms seems to be enjoying this honest mingle, an earnest grin spreading across his face. His name tag says "HELLO my name is Tsuchigomori (The 5th Mystery)" and he leans in close to say as much.]
Hello there. My name is Tsuchigomori and I'd like to learn more about you. Go ahead-- I'm sure you have an exciting secret.
ii. heaven
[It's new to essentially view the world as a blank slate-- no preview of everyone's futures like he's accustomed to, just experiencing it all new and raw, firsthand. It sucks. Fun's over, he hates this again.
Tsuchigomori had ventured down to Hell long enough to experience two things: noises so loud he turned tail immediately and a t-shirt salesman who put this horrible shirt on him. So catch an absolutely tired looking man at a cabana in Heaven with Cherubs circling him and making sure the shirt stays ON. He sips from a giant daquiri and is seemingly reading and re-reading the menu over and over. What fun.]
iii. text; un: five
Whoever is rearranging my books by title needs to admit it. I'm not going to name names. Unless I don't get an apology. Then it's [Y/N].
iv. wildcard!
[cause problems on purpose, do whatever you'd like! questions go to