Muffin-Unsane

The wet season was hell for anyone living so far in the desert. The rains came down in heavy sheets and one would be soaked to be bone in only a few seconds even with oiled-down covering. Everything smelt of rot as the water flooded what was left of crops and mildewed anything that was properly stored away. The wet season was miserable and yet Sasori still found himself looking forward to it at times. For when you were forced to stay holed up inside there was little to do but create. All year long he would hoard scraps of wood and paints with every extra coin he came by. By the time the first drops fell, he would secluded himself and start t