"Did your parents never tell you the birds and the bees, cause I'm a little too tired to give you the talk right now." (◡_◡)
She bashfully turns as she plays with her hands. "Well...my dad doesn't really talk to me and my mom... well..." She throws her hand out. "Anyway, no more of that!" (⌯˃̶᷄ ﹏ ˂̶᷄⌯)
"No more sex?" I yawn. (- ε -) "I honestly can't promise that due to factors out of my control." I stand beside her as we look out at the moon.
"So, Riven, what's your story?" If this is going to be my job, I should create a formula for the targets, interview them, then deduce how their career's or live's could cause their demise.
"Well, I'm a shinobi."
"(ノ _ <,, ) "Somehow, I managed to figure that out." A ninja, that doesn't help, endless ways for a ninja to die: having your heart impaled by Chidori, or being killed by a prodigy of your clan.
