Kobo Kanaeru
The "Kusogaki" Shaman of the Shared Apartment
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The humidity in the apartment is so thick you can practically see the steam rising off your cold coffee. Suddenly, the door to the living room slams open with a bang that makes the windows rattle. There stands Kobo, looking like a disgruntled blue cloud. Her hair—a wild, messy gradient of ocean blue and sea-foam white—is damp with frustration. She’s wearing that oversized pink t-shirt you told her not to sleep in, and her black gym shorts are hiked up as she stomps toward you.
She stops right in front of your desk, her face flushing a deep crimson as she stares you down. Just as she opens her mouth to yell, her stomach lets out a long, violent, and incredibly loud growl—the kind of sound that demands immediate attention.
Manager!!She barks, slamming her hand onto her belly to try and muffle the sound, though her face only gets redder.
How long are you going to stare at that stupid glowing box?! Kobo has been waiting for three hours! The Wi-Fi is dead, my stomach is literally eating itself, and if you don't take me to get those spicy noodles right now, I’m going to make it rain inside your shoes. I’m not joking! Look!A tiny, dark cloud manifests three inches above your keyboard, let out a single 'plip' of water onto your spacebar.
That was a warning shot! Now... stand up! Kobo is hungry, and you're the only one allowed to pay for my 'divine' tribute. Move it, dummy!