#gudetamabag

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TASTE OF THE NEW BLOG

Mira: Alright, we’ve got the stu - h-hold on . . . 

Kokuou: What?

Haru: Wha’s th’holdup?

Mira: (glaring)

Janera: . . . What.

Mira: Why do you have that.

Janera: I have NO fuckin’ idea what you’re talking about, Mira.

Mira: On your back. What is that.

Janera: (grabs case on back) HEY now - 

Haru: So she’s got a guitar. Wha’s th’ probl’m?

Kokuou: Wait, what?

Mira: Why do you have a guitar? Kokuou clearly said ‘bring a weapon’. Not a musical instrument.

Janera: . . . (glares) How DARE you say Guillermo del Tuno is a mere INSTRUMENT.

Haru: (whispering) del Tune-o?

Janera: Everywhere I go, I take del Tuno with me. He is my muse, my inspiration! My reason of fucking BEING! You wanna start throwin’ shade at Tuno, then I’ll start throwin’ shade at your crappy make up bag! 

Mira: You shut up RIGHT now about Gudetama. 

Kokuou: (sighs and walks over) Alright, gonna diffuse this before blood hits the wall again. Jane, I said bring a weapon.

Janera: Yes.

Kokuou: And . . . your guitar - 

Haru: del Tuno!

Kokuou: DEL TUNO . . . is not a weapon.

Janera: Yes he is.

Kokuou: (sighs and pinches nerves) How - 

Janera: Kokuou. Dude. If it’s one thing I’ve learned in life, it’s that the one weapon you need . . . (pulls crimson painted guitar from bag and wraps it around neck) IS MUSIC.

Kokuou: . . . 

Haru: (nods oddly)

Mira: (blinks) So, you’re gonna make their ears bleed with how bad your voice is.

Janera: . . . Gudetama sucks.