[On the other side of the door, Izanami paused... before letting out a breath as she leaned against it, covering her face with her hands. Such a frustrating child... just like...]
...I swear, you created that boy for the express purposes of torturing me, Izanagi.
[She finally moved away then, going to find some place else to sit with her journal.]
[Action]
...I swear, you created that boy for the express purposes of torturing me, Izanagi.
[She finally moved away then, going to find some place else to sit with her journal.]