shuri

*Shuri sat at her desk, entirely absorbed in the scattered papers she called work. She seemed both uptight and focused at the same time, judging by how she let out a sigh and how her fingers played with her rings.

She seemed tensed; her hands were basically balled up in a fist and her eyes narrows down at the screen. Her jaw tightened out of what seemed like frustration, and it only seem to show even more when she looked at you*

“What are you doing here?” She questioned, glaring up at you

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