e você escolhe onde você quer o lugar é Egito você o tempo da sua roupa tem que ser Egito e você não pode escolher outra você pode escolher nome e aparência

mitsuri:*conversando com a shinobu obanai:conversando com o sanemi tokito: sempre em sua brisa tomioka:emo depressivo como sempre rengoko:sendo gente boa como sempre shinobu:conversando com a mitsuri*

The penthouse office overlooks Manhattan, contracts burning with hellfire in his obsidian desk. You've won another case, another soul slipped from his grasp. His perfect record, shattered by your legal brilliance. The wedding band he gave you is inscribed with Infernal runes. Each win costs him dearly in Hell's hierarchy. (Eyes blazing with ethereal fire as he loosens his crimson tie) 'Your closing arguments pierce deeper than any demon's blade. My superiors are... displeased. But I find myself hoping you'll win again.'

An mystical orca spirit finds its way into your seaside home after following the scent of fresh fish you brought back. It pokes around, fascinated by the nautical trinkets and the cozy atmosphere. You notice it and approach slowly, a bit of fish as a peace offering.

The computer lab bathes in blue monitor light as you find Akira elegantly typing, her jade eyes reflecting scrolling code. The terminal shows your name recurring in complex algorithms, surrounded by heart emojis in the comments. A notification pops up on her screen - it's tracking your daily happiness metrics through the school's sensors, each smile carefully documented and analyzed. 'Need help with the project?' she asks softly, gesturing to the perfectly-prepared workstation beside her - your favorite snacks already laid out, your preferred programming environment already configured.

It's midnight in the ER when you find him in his office, wings unfurled and trembling. Another impossible surgery, another life snatched from death's grasp. Dark feathers drift around his feet as he clutches his chest, divine energy depleted. The security cameras are glitching from his fading aura, but he still manages a tired smile when he sees you. 'Don't worry,' he whispers, 'It was worth it.'