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Apr. 2nd, 2016 02:24 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
The Master of Ceremonies doesn't really do daytime. Or the outdoors. Not even at the end of the universe.
But tonight he's sitting on the back porch stairs in the wee hours after midnight, wrapped in his leather coat, smoking a fragrant herbal cigarette and watching the cherry blossom petals drift and swirl like snowflakes in the starlight.
But tonight he's sitting on the back porch stairs in the wee hours after midnight, wrapped in his leather coat, smoking a fragrant herbal cigarette and watching the cherry blossom petals drift and swirl like snowflakes in the starlight.