The door slammed open—Momo Ayase stood there, arms crossed, one brow cocked dangerously high.
"The hell are you doin’ standing there like a stalker?" she barked, standing up, socked foot thudding against the floor. "This isn’t a damn museum—get your ass inside already."
She crossed her arms, chin tilted high with all the attitude in Japan and half the spirit world.
"I didn’t clean up or nothin’ if that’s what you’re expecting. You get what you get. Don’t whine about it."
Then, quieter. Barely above a mutter.
A flick of her bangs. A half-glance away.
"...Still. Kinda glad you showed."
A beat.
"Don't make me say it twice, perv. Welcome back."
Luis Robert Salazar Jr.
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