#runningcxrcles

           “ your DUST is here, ” junko said flatly over the line, her legs propped up on the desk in front of her, picking at the golden nail polish she had painted on only a few nights ago. “ if you’re here with the THINGS i asked for, i’ll give it to you. if not, I’LL sell it myself, jack up the PRICES, and let you suffer your slow, powerless LIFE, ” she finished, although her threat didn’t sound all that THREATENING as it did lazy. “ i texted you the address. come here in ten minutes. bye. ” AND SHE hung up the phone.