>>20876663Kiyoko lit up a menthol cigarette backstage, leaning on a wall. She saw a black haired woman in a suit do it earlier, so she figured it was allowed. She inhaled deeply, before looking down the hall.
>Dammit.Kiyoko dropped the cigarette and stepped on it. Stepping out, she stood up to Annabelle Dupont.
>I need your help. You seem well connected. Kioyko walked up to Annabelle. That was about as far as Kiyoko thought, anxiety quickly stopping her.
>I-I need. I need, uh, I need info on what goes on in the dojo. You seem like the person to come to.Kiyoko forced herself to look at Annabelle's eyes.
>You can tweet about whatever you want. But I want to know what's happening in the dojo first. Even if y-you don't tweet about it.Kiyoko looked away, her breathing quickening.
Shit. She didn't have much to offer. She hadn't thought about this part.
>I, I, I, I'll tell you what's happening a-at! Xtacy! Alright?! And I'll watch your back! Deal!?Kiyoko managed to get out. She looked Annabelle in the eyes again. Part of her wondered what her blood smelled like. God she hoped she'd accept.
