The Language of Love by Himura Asami

Quirito

Quirito: to shriek, scream, cry out.

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Word Count: 100

            Mitsuki recognized that she had a problem that needed to be fixed. She considered crying out to the heavens for a solution, but it really wasn’t her style.

            No, she needed to find an answer to the problem herself, an answer that would put the kami to shame.

            Mitsuki pursed her lips and stood from her seat in her quarters gracefully. She had the perfect solution, and she had come up with it much quicker than she would have received an answer from any deity.

            Mitsuki smirked cruelly.

            She didn’t want to hurt her son, but honestly– she knew best.

MWUAHAHAHA!

I know what’s going on here…

T.N.T!

 

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