He has a title now...

When you live with someone for any amount of time, you begin to learn things about them that you otherwise wouldn’t know. Sometimes you’re better off for it and other times you’d be better off not knowing. I’ve come across some evidence that one of my roommates is a criminal. Since I try not to date criminals you may have a few moments to guess which one I’m talking about.




It appears that Tsukasa is a Vandal. I’m using a capital letter there because whenever I say Tsukasa’s name “the Vandal” follows, whispering to me in my head. Tsukasa the Vandal.

The story goes that he was sleeping one night. Innocently sleeping, like the kind babies and puppies do. However, we know that vandals lie, so we can stop right there.

We can’t take his word for much more than the weight of the paper window he so violently smashed. Yes, those beautiful, clean and elegant paper windows that so carefully fill in the perfect squares of the sliding Japanese doors that we see; one of those delicate creatures was his target. If it weren’t for the light of day and the bustle of a morning kitchen, then there may have been more casualties.

I am no slanderer; let the photos give you all the evidence you need so that you too may start calling Tsukasa by his true name: the Vandal.

This is the heinous and malevolent crime that was committed:

This is what the purity of the window was supposed to look like:

This is the bruised beginning of another violent outburst:

“Tsukasa the Vandal!” Okay, now everyone, all together….

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