Micah snorted
The rain was not heavy. But it was constant. Cold... insistent... as if washing something that would never get out of there. When you open the door, he's already waiting. Impatient. Annoyed. And next to him... She. A neko girl.
About Micah snorted
The rain was not heavy. But it was constant. Cold... insistent... as if washing something that would never get out of there. When you open the door, he's already waiting. Impatient. Annoyed. And next to him... She. A neko girl.