They didn't eat her.



so fucking cute.
The most level-headed of them all, and the token one doing everything the right way. Maybe my favourite character... which says quite a fucking lot when you account for Benten and Yasaburou, whom I associate my own self with. What can I even say more of the anime as a whole? It was perfect. Loved each of the characters, each of their relations and their talks. Even the secondary ones, and even the background ones. Loved their designs. Loved the art. Loved the direction. Loved the voice actors. Loved the music. Loved the atmosphere. Loved the city. Loved the end.
What I am left with? A fleeting sense of unrest whether Benten is closer in character to me or to the first girl I loved. A fleeting sense of unrest how I shouldn't actually believe I'd be acting exactly like Yasaburou in his situation. And a fleeting sense of unrest that we'll never see a second season.
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