Name: Okami Talent: lil ultimate shooter (she takes after one of her brothers *cough* kurokuma taught her *cough Introduction: "yo! The names okami! Lil ultimate gunner at your service!!-I hope you die in a hell hole miu!-So anyway, the hell are we talkin' about? You sayin' something about making adults into sausages? Gonna pull out the organs, grind 'em up, make 'em into yummy, cruelty-free cuisine? And then, ya gather 'em up, sell 'em in a supermarket, and become an urban legend? Huh? ...Now that sounds awesome. I wanna see that! Hahahaha!" After kg quote: "Even if the outside's white, the inside's pitch black! You a rice ball or somethin'!?" (To kurokuma and shirokuma while she's on their backs Age: 8 (youngest out of the two brothers) Apperance:
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Fav song: patterns in crime. (One of her brothers sang that to her as a lullaby when she was 8 Lyrics: You'll never takes us alive We swore that death will do us part They'll call our crimes a work of art You'll never takes us alive We'll live like spoiled royalty, lovers and partners Partners in crime Partners in crime This, the tale of, reckless love Living a life of crime on the run I brush to a gun to paint these states Green and red Everybody freeze Nobody move Put the money in the bag Or we will shoot Empty out the vault And me and my doll will be on our way Our paper faces flood the streets And if the heat comes close enough to burn Then we'll play with fire 'cause You'll never takes us alive We swore that death will do us part They'll call our crimes a work of art You'll never takes us alive We'll live like spoiled royalty, lovers and partners Partners in crime Partners in crime Here we find our omnipotent outlaws Fall behind the grind tonight Left unaware that the lone store owner Won't go down without a fight Where we gonna go He's got us pinned Baby I'm a little scared Now, don't you quit He's sounded the alarm I hear the sirens closing in Our paper faces flood the streets And if the heat comes close enough to burn Then we're burning this place to the ground 'cause You'll never takes us alive We swore that death will do us part They'll call our crimes a work of art You'll never takes us alive We'll live like spoiled royalty, lovers and partners Partners in crime The skies are black with lead-filled rain A morbid painting on display This is the night the young love died Buried at each others side You never took us alive We swore that death would do us part So now we haunt you in the dark You never took us alive We live as ghosts among these streets Lovers and partners Partners in crime Partners in crime Partners in crime
