We Can Be Friends

"Kiti, if you wanted to join the party, you could've just asked," Luna teased.

Kiti narrowed her sharp, blue-slanted eyes while standing strong with her palm on the hilt of her katana. "Not a party," she mumbled. "A war. And it's arriving faster than you think."

Fanfar, casually against a nearby wooden column, raised an eyebrow as he clasped his hands behind his head. "What war are you talking about?" he asked, his tone skepticism. "Why did you suddenly become hostile towards me?" He leaned slightly forward, studying her intently.

"The energy I sense in you is hostile," Kiti said, clutching her blade firmly.

“You don’t like my delicious energy, anymore,” Fanfar said, throwing up his hands in resignation and grinning. “You’re so weird.”

“No, I like it,” Kiti admitted, her voice rising involuntarily. She paused for a moment. “But… I seem to remember some things about you.”

“Like what?” Fanfar asked, stepping toward her.