"" am home ! ""
is shouted the moment she has phased through the door - white hair turning black once more as it falls on her shoulders , bags in her hands before they are set down on the kitchen counter . "" kisho ? you there ? "" the woman asks , beginning to put the groceries she had just bought away in the right place , sometimes looking back over her shoulder to see if the teenager would eventually appear .
starter call // @mndfreak !












