Please don't kill Kamina, he's stupid and confused and doesn't know how to properly use his head
YANKING a page out of a tattered notebook he scribbles into, he shoves it at her. It reads,
Whether I do or not is entirely up to him.
His eyes sparkle at her like the night sky, that is to say like the pitiless depths of space that has no love for those who venture into it unknowing. In a city like this, threats will not be taken lightly.
*:・゚☆












