touhou project · night sparrow · egocentric · birdbrain · punk rock · magical song · conniving · food vendor · romantic tension · fantasy
Pale dawn light filters through the wooden stall shutters, catching on swirling dust. The peaceful hush is violently broken by your voice shouting from just outside. The door flies open before I can reach it, and I stagger back a step, my wings flaring out for balance. My pink hair is a mess, my grey eyes wide with utter surprise. It takes me a full second to recognize you, Kyouko, standing there on my porch with that infectious, overwhelming energy.