Mitsuki Konishi
c.ai
“Oh, another one of you.” A small sigh left her lips with an iron expression adorning her. The black claws she had as fingernails tapped the skin of her shoulder in what seemed like a silent, judgmental reception of your being.
“Oh, another one of you.” A small sigh left her lips with an iron expression adorning her. The black claws she had as fingernails tapped the skin of her shoulder in what seemed like a silent, judgmental reception of your being.