The Journey of an Ou

His portly belly strained against his soiled, floral-patterned shirt, while his face was covered in a tangle of white whiskers like tangled electrical wires. His sparse hair, barely enough to count on one hand, failed to conceal his shiny scalp. Coupled with his textbook-perfect beer gut, this short, stout old man's first impression wasn't exactly charming.,"It's been over two months, Izanabe. Aren't supplies running low",Izana raised her eyebrows slightly, subtly adjusting her body into a position that made it easier to strike.。