... I'm a wolf in sheep's clothing, after all.

[ misplaced as hers. she kicks her feet a bit, wondering if she listed out the numbers (never a name) of the employees who fell under her command, fell to her hand, if he'd still feel the same. maybe, if only because the body count of a Color will always be higher, but a normal Feather doesn't have one at all.

also at least wait until after dinner to touch her leg like that... wow. she's staring at it. what an odd gesture, incomplete as it was. ]

You can always ask me more questions if you'd like to dispell that mystery, you know.