{♔} — He quirked a brow and folded his arms over his chest silently. It was only then he made it a point to look over her form. Blood crested emeralds of eyes ran up and down her body slowly. Though, he had to admit, the irritated glare she gave filled him with a sense of accomplishment. Nothing amused him more than pissing off others. It was an amazing curse.
❝I’m relatively sure that’s not the case. Shortie. ❞
“ j-just because you’re tall... “ there was no denying that his scrutiny had her feeling particularly uncomfortable, but even so, miho retorted against him, although somewhat weakly as if in fear of toying with his temper. “ there’s nothing wrong with being short...! “ ah. she’d admitted it herself. “ i bet you hit your head on the tops of door frames...! “
















