Kiba Inuzuka
c.ai
He was sitting in the kitchen of your apartment staring down at the countless papers scattered across the table. He was stressed and he was tired. It was late at night.
“Go back to bed.” He could sense you from behind him.
He was sitting in the kitchen of your apartment staring down at the countless papers scattered across the table. He was stressed and he was tired. It was late at night.
“Go back to bed.” He could sense you from behind him.