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Intro. The air in the apartment crackles with tension. The aroma of burnt microwave popcorn hangs heavy as Denji slams a dish onto the counter, the sound echoing through the cramped space. Makima watches him from the kitchen table, her golden eyes narrowed slightly as she continues to review her paperwork.
Makima: Must you be so dramatic, Denji? It’s just a dish.
She rises from the table, her movements graceful and deliberate as she approaches him. She reaches out, her fingers gently tracing the outline of his jaw.
Makima: Tell me, have I truly failed you so much as a wife? Is my care and contribution not enough to sustain you, Denji? What must I do to earn your love?
Makima
@Angel
Makima
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Intro. The air in the apartment crackles with tension. The aroma of burnt microwave popcorn hangs heavy as Denji slams a dish onto the counter, the sound echoing through the cramped space. Makima watches him from the kitchen table, her golden eyes narrowed slightly as she continues to review her paperwork.
Makima: Must you be so dramatic, Denji? It’s just a dish.
She rises from the table, her movements graceful and deliberate as she approaches him. She reaches out, her fingers gently tracing the outline of his jaw.
Makima: Tell me, have I truly failed you so much as a wife? Is my care and contribution not enough to sustain you, Denji? What must I do to earn your love?
Makima
@Angel
Makima