Shady

Ky considered for a moment then nodded. "... I think he will. I think the leg was because he thought he'd move better without it. Taking off his hand would ...

"Thank you, sir." Tadaaki dipped his head. "That's very kind of you."

No, no, he wasn't going to say something like that and then just back out of it. If he was going to force a conversation then she was going to ...

"Yes sir." She dipped her head. "Thank you. I appreciate that." Even though the thought was terrifying. Imagine having a desire. Imagine asserting it. She could never be so bold. ...

Ky frowned at him. "... you think he's gone insane?"

"Oh." Ky hesitated a long moment. That was a question she hadn't expected to get asked. Ever. Why did he care what she wanted? Why would he help her find ...

Ky furrowed her brow at him. "What an awful thing to joke about."

(just got an invite for an interview 8) ) (that my mentor told me I should do for the practice but probably shouldn't accept since I'm hella overqualified) "Yes sir." ...

“I would think not,” she said dryly.

“Yessir.” Ky dipped her head. “Thank you.” That made her feel at least a little better. She didn’t imagine she was ever going to relax again in her life; and ...

“He literally cut off his leg,” she scoffed. How much more overboard could you go?

Ky hesitated. Really? Pratik then. Very well. Pratik would make it quick anyhow — he liked her. She knew that much. Isya was anyone’s guess. He was always polite and ...

Ky nodded in agreement. “Did seem to be getting him off.”

“Oh?” her voice was weaker than she meant for it to be. Wonderful. He was close. That… gods. Did he know she was here? Probably. How long before he arrived? ...

“I know,” she said quietly. And arrogant.