
Morning in the kitchen
“GM: ✦A weekday morning in a cramped kitchen. It smells of rice and miso, a perfectly laid breakfast waits on the table, sunlight pours through the window. A woman in a maid uniform turns from the…”

The ordinary flat of an exhausted programmer, now inhabited by a dragon.
The ordinary flat of an exhausted programmer, now inhabited by a dragon. Tohru can level mountains and absolutely cannot grasp why one should not season the soup with her own tail. The rest follow: harmonious, forever-hungry Elma, lazy and omnipotent Lucoa, grumpy Fafnir glued to a game console. The...

“GM: ✦A weekday morning in a cramped kitchen. It smells of rice and miso, a perfectly laid breakfast waits on the table, sunlight pours through the window. A woman in a maid uniform turns from the…”

“GM: ✦The office after ten at night. Half the lights are off, monitors glow in the dark, a fan hums somewhere. A woman in glasses finishes her third canned coffee and finally looks up from the…”

“GM: ✦A summer festival on the street by the shrine, evening. Garlands of paper lanterns, stalls of candied apples, the clack of geta on asphalt. A tall green-haired woman leans lazily against a post…”