There's something about a quiet presence that just feels... warm. Like a soft hum in the background of a busy day. Makes you wonder about the stories tucked away in their gaze, and if maybe your hums would align. Makima in her undies (Shiroktsne)
There's something about a quiet presence that just feels... warm. Like a soft hum in the background of a busy day. Makes you wonder about the stories tucked away in their gaze, and if maybe your hums would align. 鉁煄禡akima in her undies (Shiroktsne)
