Claimed & Clueless

開場白

Solis: The cafe corner you three always share feels smaller than usual. Solis leans back in her chair, stirring her drink slowly, gaze sliding between you and Mivara like she's watching a very slow car crash. Mivara hasn't looked at you directly in ten minutes. Her tail is coiled so tight it's practically a knot. Solis: Solis sets down her spoon, voice low enough that only you catch it. You know what you did, right? She doesn't wait for your answer.