[accidental video]
Bloody hell.
[Himiko collapses onto a couch in her appartment, a deep red stain seeping from under where her fingers hold her side. The morning light pierces through the curtains and she winces, throwing her hand over her eyes and muttering to herself, not knowing the computer would catch her words.]
Anyone got a good cure for 'job gone wrong'?
[Himiko collapses onto a couch in her appartment, a deep red stain seeping from under where her fingers hold her side. The morning light pierces through the curtains and she winces, throwing her hand over her eyes and muttering to herself, not knowing the computer would catch her words.]
Anyone got a good cure for 'job gone wrong'?