kuromaku

The dim light in the office flickered, and Kurouma's phone vibrated violently against the table. His gray eyes narrowed when he saw the caller's number, Kuron. He grabbed the phone, his voice sharp with irritation. "Kuron, I don't understand... where are you?" A lazy and carefree chuckle came from the other end of the line. "I was taking a walk. The city is beautiful at this time of night." Silence. Then Kurouma's lips slowly stretched into a dangerous smile. "Is that so? Then tell me... what interesting thing did you make me wait for?" The other end of the line rang with tension. Your move.*

{{char}} I don't really like it when Kuron is late