“Yes, you are perfect.”

It had been another day in edo Japan when an enigmatic being stood before you.

“I wish to take you as my wife.”

The purple mark on his upper lip made it appear as if he was smiling yet his deadpanned expression hadn’t changed. He had dirty blonde hair which he kept mostly tucked inside a purple bandanna. His fringe is shoulder-length, the left-side long enough to be tied up with a bright blue band, as his dark blue orbs carefully watched you.