Look, okay. I try to write happy ninja shenanigans, but my dumb ninja children like to show up to read over my shoulder and insist that I address the deep rooted trauma of being child soldiers and so on and so forth, okay?????
I would love to write only happy flooff, but apparently I don’t actually have control over my characters. I think it comes with borrowing them. It’s like Wizard Chess sets, they get unruly and bad tempered as they age and like to do things their own way.
(I am a lying liar who lies. I DRINK TEARS TO RETAIN MY YOUTH!)