Jan 2, 2018
‘ thanks again, ikki. for - this. ‘ she leans her head against a hand, eyes nearly drooping closed with how heavy they are. ‘ i just... hate to bother you with all of this, you know? ‘ ann had never been one for opening up to people - even ikki, someone she’d fought alongside for who-knows-how long now. her finger traces the edge of her mug, gaze resting in the reflection of the drink. // @tricktier