Hello, everyone~
I'm Innar.
An unemployed writer (whispers).
This time, I'll have plenty of time to write.
A little whisper about my earlier writing: What even is this?
It took me hours to set up this story because my internet was so bad. I'm heartbroken.
All right, this story has no CP, though you could read it as a little bit of bromance (please don't come after me).
They say there's a general store like this somewhere in the world.
You can't choose what you'll trade for.
When you're desperate or have an overwhelming wish,
the young boy shopkeeper will open the door for you.
"Would you like to make a deal?"
Something like an interdimensional travel story. Still thinking it over.
Also, what's wrong with men liking pretty boys!
