#ғᴏʀᴍᴀʟᴅᴇʜʏᴅᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʟɪʟʟɪᴇs [ic]

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“A cookie will be given to the first person to correctly explain to me the difference between a coffin and a casket. Go.”

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Hisashi, banging pots and pans together:

“CORPSES ARE NOT TYPICALLY DANGEROUS, THEY WILL NOT KILL YOU, CORPSES ARE YOUR FRIENDS! CORPSES ARE LESS DANGEROUS THAN LIVING HUMANS!”

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@shsladvicecolumnist said: "A-Are you alright?"

“My little Hisa’s trying to kill me! I know the Kaneki Ken costume was too far, but I don’t deserve to die! It sounds like he has a fucking axe! I’m too pretty to be chopped into pieces!”

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Hisashi had been walking back to school from the bookshop in town, grateful that the store also sold umbrellas when the rain had started to pour. He wasn’t wearing a coat, definitely not anticipating the foul weather, and his thin frame shivered in the cold air; despite his three piece suit. His nose wrinkled as he surveyed the gloomy scenery, attempting not to let the puddles of water on the road soak his sock and make him even colder; it was unpleasant enough as it was.

That was when he saw the girl without an umbrella, soaked through and cold. Now that was a worse situation, definitely, and he stopped mentally cussing out the weather; instead, he walked towards her, and offered his umbrella.

He didn’t want to invade the girl’s personal space, so was stood with a reasonable distance back. Unfortunately, that also meant that he wasn’t covered; rain water getting in his eyes and plastering his wet hair to his forehead in a matter of moments. Luckily, she’d stepped closer fairly quickly, and he could go under the umbrella once more.

“My apologies if this was a little too forward,” He began.

“You looked cold...”

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Hisashi tapped her foot impatiently as she waited in line at the local coffee shop. She only wanted a normal coffee, but it seemed that everyone in line wanted something more complex, with pointless latte art and other such things. If she could stand the taste of instant coffee, or could justify buying a coffee machine to herself, she wouldn’t have to deal with this. But... That wasn’t the case.

The line was too slow, however. She couldn’t stand waiting in line anymore, and promptly stepped out of line to go home, when she almost bumped into someone carrying their own purchase.

“M-my apologies, I did not see you there,” She blurted, panicked that she could have made someone drop their drink, and possibly scald themselves...

“I should have looked where I was going...”

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@cleanhope said: “Is it butter?”

“... No, Yukizome-sensei, it is not butter.”

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“If you're still breathing, you're the lucky ones...“

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Hisashi closed his eyes, breathing in the scent of his black coffee and letting his tense shoulders relax. The latest client had a some-what overprotective wife, an older lady from America, and that was always a headache. He understood, but the near-accusations she was making were incredibly morbid and rather insulting. He supposed she had a reason, however...

“Tri-State Crematory,” He stated to his companion, who was sitting across from him, “It was a big scandal back in... 2002, I believe. I was three at the time, but my brother was seven and had a love of twisted things like this. The whole story started back in 1996, when Rey Brent Marsh had to move back home to take over the family business - a crematory - when his father became ill.”

He put down his mug, leaning forward a little in his seat. “He works there for six years; however, odd complaints start arising. The man who delivered the gas reports to the sheriff’s office that there were cadavers scattered around the area surrounding Tri-State; which is ignored. The year after, the Environmental Protection Agency receive a report that there are bodies in the woods around the property, which is also ignored,” Hisashi huffed, making his disgust with those authorities perfectly clear.

“Finally, in 2002, a dog walker found a human bone in the woods that were reported to be a dumping ground for cadavers. At last, the authorities investigate Tri-State and Marsh-san, to find what one officer described as something out of a Steven King novel,” He continued, taking a breath. He found the story revolting, especially because of his respect for the dead, death, and the rituals surrounding it, “There were... many corpses scattered around the property, in various states of decomposition, in every building the investigators opened. Some in caskets, some laying discarded around the crematory - abandoned and... leaking, even some in a broken down hearse and in wooden crates... One was even hanging half way out of the cremation machine. There were infant skeletons, also...”

He sat back once more, rubbing a hand over his face. “Three hundred and thirty four bodies... People with families and loved ones, who had lives, just... Discarded. Left to purify like refuse,” He sighed, “It is... horrific. My latest client’s wife, she must have heard about it not too long before leaving America to live in Japan, with her husband. These things leave a scar on the profession... On actual people, who become terrified of what we do when they leave the room...”

“It truly disgusts me... Even if the man might not be fully to blame...”