Oct 24, 2018
@ouhebi
Sabitsuki stood on the outskirts of the party, forcing a frown on her lips even as she had to resist the urge to sway with the music. She shouldn’t be here, who knew if she was still contagious, if someone could get Rust from her, but she couldn’t resist coming. She wondered what she’d sing if she got on that stage, not that she ever would. Probably something angry, righteous anger.
She glanced to the side as another neared her. “...Shouldn’t you be with the actual crowds? The party’s over there.”