anti otp: Karla/Salome
Karla is feeling a little annoyed. Sitting in her room and surrounded by books she's thrown aside one after the other, she swings her legs back and forth and wishes Morton were here. Or at least Lucivar. She needs someone prickly but not touchy to bounce her temper off of. Scowling, she stands up, grabs a bladed stick and begins going through the motions of the practice.