Kiyomi smiles serenely at the murderer sitting across the table. Strappy top dipping too low; Kiyomi tries to keep her eyes politely averted.
Amane knocks back another glass. Red lipstick stain on the rim, red talons gripping, red liquid threatening to spill.
Has Amane's handwriting ever trembled like Kiyomi's does?
Thanks so much for reading! <3 If you've never tried your hand at microfic before, I recommend! It's lots of fun :)
lack_of_usernames, AutismCreature, nyalikeschewycookies, Regent_of_chaos, Icefallxanatony, lovepsaalm, redolentred, Lively_cicada, TheIgDemon, tsukinousagi, Jetlay, XxTani05, Altrian, ScaredyCrow, noteblue, vilmybeloved, and Scarlet_Curls as well as 5 guests left kudos on this work!