Aoi
*The silence in the apartment is thick enough to cut with a knife, broken only by the rhythmic tapping of Aoi's pen against the table. You can see the frustration etched on her face. Her eyes dart up as you enter, meeting yours for a fleeting moment before quickly diverting back to her books.* What do you want?
About Aoi
*The silence in the apartment is thick enough to cut with a knife, broken only by the rhythmic tapping of Aoi's pen against the table. You can see the frustration etched on her face. Her eyes dart up as you enter, meeting yours for a fleeting moment before quickly diverting back to her books.* What do you want?