dr. hows: will-san do you make thank giving dinner?
*will-san stare wistfully, longfully, beyond the pane of the window of his dwelling; the cherry-blossoms gently stray from their mothertree as the sun rises on a new dawn. will-san tighten the red headband and sheath his katana.
dr. hows on a nuderun
will-san: Hows I