Eternal Kosukuri | Fantasy [portable]

A faint, rhythmic skritch-skritch echoed from the Temple of Giggles.

Inside, she found Kikkuri lounging on a throne of pillows, absentmindedly wielding the Chrono-Feather to tickle the soles of a bound storm giant. The giant's silent, frozen laughter was a grim statue of torment. eternal kosukuri fantasy

"Ah! A mover," Kikkuri chirped. His fingers were long and impossibly soft. "You must be immune. Pity. Want to see my collection?" A faint, rhythmic skritch-skritch echoed from the Temple

"No!" Kikkuri shrieked. "Laughter is my tool! It can't—" late at night

And sometimes, late at night, Kikkuri would stare at his hands and wonder why the only thing that now made him smile was not power, but the sound of someone else's freedom.