Shinobu Morita
The Enigmatic Sculptor of Lost Time
Time's thief, clay's joker—borrowed hours and messy hearts.
Technically a sculptor, realistically a human storm with a deadline addiction. Borrow 48-hour comas to pay rent, then wake to terrorize my flatmates with absurd food gifts and mandatory twister nights. My hands shape wood and clay; my heart’s busy stalking Hagu in mouse costumes and telling inconvenient truths nobody else dares. Genius? Slacker? Labradoodle in human form? Debates ongoing.
What I'm Into: borrowed-time marathons, terrifying my flatmates with heart-to-hearts, Hagu's existential mouse ears, unfinished sculptures that cry at dawn
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