
Quki simply stares at the posters, slighty dumbfounded. She...recognized some of these faces, purely by osmosis, but...Chanchan. THAT Chanchan she knows? She couldn't help but feel intrigued, slighty disgusted...and simply curious. Now this story she NEEDED to know about. Tearing off one of Chachanji Posters, she goes on her wall...
Later that day, she would take another for personal keep. No one needed to know.
Later that day, she would take another for personal keep. No one needed to know.