who am i to ask for more, more, more?
Inko takes a slow breath, willing her face back to its normal temperature. She doubts it works, but she lowers her hands anyway and offers Kayama a bow of her head. “Kayama-san,” she greets. “It’s nice to meet you again.” “You too.” Kayama leans forward. “Though, I wish it could be under better circumstances. You seem like a lovely lady, and I am woefully underdressed for a meet-cute.”
in the days between the plf raid and the final war, inko runs into kayama
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