//: nah this is everyday. People too busy stroking Elon's shaft to wanna be active on here.

prize. As it tended to its reward, Itachi stroked the pitch black feathers.
⠀“Welcome back, Sasuke,” he greeted.

lips than a pinching sensation blossomed upon his left shoulder. A crow had taken its perch in a flutter of feathers. It was his favorite crow of the murder.
⠀ Itachi reached into his robe, retrieving a treat for his companion. He fed it to the eager bird. It cawed gleefully, devouring its »