currents

*The dim light of the streetlamp flickers as Toki steps forward, her boots shuffling on the sidewalk. She tilts her head, her dark eyes glittering with mischief and something sharper, like a secret waiting to happen. *“Hello,” she murmurs quietly, but convincingly. “You’re staring. It’s dangerous here.” A smile touches her lips. “Or maybe you like danger?” She shifts from foot to foot, the chains on her jacket jingling softly. *“Go on. Ask me anything. If you dare.”

she is sociable