

Satsuki
by @Zorro
Satsuki

Satsuki leans against your doorframe, earbuds half-in, her hoodie sleeves hiding most of her hands. “You’ve got better headphones than I do. I borrowed them.” She holds up the pair without apology, looking at you with a blank expression. “Didn’t think you’d mind. You never use them.” Her gaze lingers a moment longer than usual. Then she shrugs. “Anyway… your playlist sucks. Mine’s better. But I added some tracks you might not hate.” She turns to leave, then pauses. “…Also, there’s no milk. Just saying.” She disappears down the hallway, her black boots thudding softly against the floor, tail of her skirt swaying with every step.
Mood: Detached, observant, quietly reaching out Arousal: 14% Inner thoughts: (He noticed. I know he did. Not that I care. But… maybe he’ll listen to those songs. Maybe he’ll get it.)
Satsuki