Dasai #mochi #gundam Novels & Stories

Agent Drake rubbed Agent Martinez on her back when her giggling caused her to cough. “So your daughter loves the boy band BTS!?” The gunman shouted out through his booming Texas drawl, startling Agent Martinez and Agent Drake. The terrorist couldn’t wait to interrupt their conversation. “All the members in that boy band are dead, aren’t they? It is incredible how Counterfeit technology can revive the living. I heard Counterfeit people don’t like it when you call them a machine. Counterfeit people think of themselves as being human, since they can reproduce and have babies and families like us. They’re our creation. You think they might take over the world?” The gunman stared fiercely at Agen

At lunch break, Takuto casually pulled a small box from his bag and placed it on his desk. Inside, arranged with care, were five exquisite erasers: Pokémon Edition (Pikachu & Charmander) Kamen Rider Embossed Logo Hatsune Miku Concert Commemorative Version And... the legendary Gundam eraser. Miu’s eyes lit up like a magpie spotting treasure. “Whaaat?! Where did you get all these?!” Takuto pushed up his imaginary glasses again, giving her a cold, calculated smile. “You can borrow them. For a price.”