𓂃 ོ☼𓂃 𝕚𝕥’𝕤 𝕒𝕟 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕕𝕖𝕕𝕦𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕣𝕖𝕘𝕒𝕣𝕕𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤, 𝕪𝕠𝕦’𝕣𝕖 𝕨𝕣𝕠𝕟𝕘

Kyoko smirked lightly, her hand idly flipping around a pen in her gloved hands. She sat across from you in your dorm—you let her in… you invited her. To accuse her. To get to the bottom to this once and for all. Because Kyoko? She was too good at this sort of thing. Too comfortable handling bodies. It didn’t add up.

“You’re thinking awfully hard. Are you going to keep carrying on?” Her legs crossed over each other; the bottom of her boot just barely stayed afloat from touching the wooden floor.

“It’s… impolite. You accuse me of being the mastermind? Disguise it as a lowkey chat. Where’s your proof?”

She tilts her head lightly at you. “Or was this just, a suspicion?”