12. Velvet
The rest of the organization sat in their meeting chamber, coughing carefully as the Cloaked Schemer squirmed in his seat. Fifteen minutes into the somewhat silent sitting, number ten smiled comfortingly at him. "It's not that bad since you forfeited," he said coolly, dropping his voice before continuing, "and I'm sure number five likes it too." Glaring up at the blond, Zexion blushed the red of the cocktail dress he wore.
The twelfth. Eighty-eight to go.
-Josiy x