he's not something akina mori would like to approach despite how wickedness somehow wrapped its vines around her pale little throat and sucked her inside it . but the card he's given her lays on the coffee table , and she can't help but feel it grinning at her every time she passes by it , and at last she's snatched her phone from the couch and tapped the number one by one . teeth catching and releasing her bottom lip as she waits . ' how can i help you , miss mori ? ' it's not his voice . . . of course it's not . long story short , a black car takes her from her house , akina doesn't let the driver sit in peace , doesn't hesitate to compliment his suit , or the sharpness of his jaw , unfortunately no reactions comes from the boring man . the large , wooden door opens , distracts akina from her gazing around the garden as she bounces around . mint gum grazing by the tip of the tongue between her white teeth as she gives the familiar man a large grin . ❛ i almost thought you got bored of me . ❜ it's a chore to try to see inside the big house , oh god she really wants to be inside ! ❛ do i take my shoes o- wait . you're not japanese . huh ? are your eyes blue or gray ? did you know blue eyed people are known to be reaaally wicked ? ❜ nasty business , her small nose scrunches up slightly in distaste , stepping closer to hint him to step away impatiently , the fur of her jacket gently trembling in the cold night wind .
