eleventhblade
It had started off as a short supply run. A simple mission of acquisition that shouldn’t have taken longer than ten minutes. Though here she is, in front of a mini market, having bought more than she should have and feeling the strain of being too far away from her pair.
With some adjustments, she managed to move her bags of groceries to her left, leaving her right hand free to carry the small bag of steaming meat bun. Taking a short moment to scan the area, cadet grey eyes pauses onto the single lone person walking about. Having decided on a target, the girl walks towards him and stops once she is in front of him.
“Here.” Mukuro holds out the bag, pausing for a moment before adding. “It’s not poisoned.”














