Author's Note: Ahahaha, I love this story! I love that the two of them are fucking crazy! And, of course, I love all of my reviewers! Especially Mel-chan, who's sitting behind me. Next part coming soon; it's half done. And my APs are all over... I'm free!Story now.
Habit; 7
I'm not ready for him to be here; I'm not ready to look into his mismatched eyes; I'm not ready to smile falsely at that masked face; I'm not ready to deal in lies.
He's standing on the other side of the door, and I'm sure his shiki is somewhere nearby. It doesn't really bother me: he always watches.
But that doesn't mean I'm ready for him to be here. I inhale and exhale, hiding in a cloud of nerve-induced smoke. I know I'll open the door, and I know how this evening will end.
I'm just his favourite toy.
