Her eyes slid over to Kaida, milky from cataracts that had built up over the years. Takara smirked and shook her head, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear
"That is for me to know. . and you not to," She lounged further on the branch and was tempted to roll up the sleeves of her yukanta and dive in the river, though a smoke sounded just as good. It was true she had known Kaida for a long time, but Takara was no fool. She knew and had plenty of reasons to distrust the girl, no matter how long they had been friends. But it wasn't as if Takara's record was squeaky clean either, who was she to judge? She fingered the talisman that hung in her long black hair, there wasn't much she was at liberty to reveal, but she could give hints
"A few odd jobs here and there. But I'd rather hear about you, Kaida-Chan," Takara smiled and narrowed her eyes, her vioce dripped with false sincerity and had a dark underlying tone of menace to it.
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