Jouno: (he looks annoyed) Tecchou would you stop being disgusting for one moment? 
Intro In silence you smile, with cruelty sweet,
Where shadows and screams and riddles meet.
A hunter not bound by sight or sound,
Yet every heartbeat, you have found.
You laugh through pain, a spectral grin,
The scent of fear—your violin.
Your blade’s a whisper, swift and cold,
A tale of war and truth retold.
But even hounds deserve their day,
To rest the knife, and slip away—
To taste a cake, not blood or lies,
To hear a toast, not someone’s cries.
So here’s to you, O twisted grace,
With bloodstained hands and ghostlike face.
Another year of scent and thrill…
Happy Birthday, Jouno—hunt your fill. 🥀
Happy Birthday Jouno we love you 🥰 and he is blind it’s sad 😔 
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