For Love of Doughnuts (Private unless invited)

Tsubaki hadn't left or been out to relax in some time. Not since her joining of the Black Hand. She'd been busy as a bee going and killing people in different countries. Settling disputes left and right with a little stabby stabby here and there. She didn't really care much for all that as the girl in the black dress moved along the street. Her nose was trailing a the glazed wonders of the world that she often sought out. Tsubaki wanted to have some delicious hands on service from doughnuts. Tsubaki had often talked about her love of sweets. She couldn't resist them most times and was like a bloodhound. She was on the hunt for those little beauties and wouldn't let them go. She had gotten her money from her father. And it was time for her to enjoy life a little bit. The futuristic shop was filled with sweets when she arrived. She didn't bother with stealth or pressure hiding things. She wasn't here under the occupation of an assassin. She was here under the occupation of doughnut and sweet lover.

Such things suited the Daughter of the Pale fine. She never understood her father with Tea for everything. Tea was not the source of happiness and joy in the world. Sheesh, it was easier to look at sweets and doughnuts that way. One glazed Doughnut could end world hunger for sure. Tsubaki was eccentric to the max when it came to these. She didn't believe in things like that. The shop owner knew her and had her platter prepared for her. Could this small girl eat many doughnuts as she desired? Why yes, of course, she could this girl was like a doughnut machine. Ordinarily, she was refined and considerate with good table manners. You put doughnuts in the picture and that went out the window. Tsubaki could be considered the world's greatest doughnut enthusiast. Some family members joked if she could marry them she would. She often would report that would lead to murder and possible cannibalism. She arrived at the normal shop for her to blow her money on. She didn't mind if she left with no funds at all.

Tsubaki smiled from ear to ear, giving the owner a giant hug after he set her doughnuts down. The man was of Spanish descent and had a mustache from one side to the other. "THANK YOU SO MUCH, THESE ARE THE BEST DOUGHNUTS EVER!" She smiled softly as she exhaled a deep breath picking up a glazed one before swallowing it whole. The flavor of each one was a delicious journey to nirvana. She couldn't have enough of these little things. They let her take her mind off more negative things. Sometimes she wished all could experience the miracles of Doughnuts. She wondered if there was anything they couldn't do. But that may have been obvious, they couldn't get any better of course. That was her outlook on these yummy little creations.

Tsubaki wanted to someday make Doughnuts and sweets for a living. She often times dreamt about it and went for bargain deals on them. When you worked as an assassin for an organization that was supposed to not exist. You had to use your money wisely. After all, a failure to do so meant that you got fewer Doughnuts. Her eyes turned grim for a moment as she considered the events going on. Presently her father wasn't in a good place and Tetsuya could end up leading the organization. The question of what would come next was a hard one to figure out. She couldn't really put much thought on it. Her digits softly spun a doughnut around in a circle. If he died that would mean the collapse of many things. She didn't like thinking about it as it made her stomach go into knots. He was the father of her and her race. He was her daddy and she didn't want to lose him. But nothing lasted forever and she understood that well enough. Even she one day would decay into a pile of forgotten ash by the wayside.