A Stitch In Time Saves

Kafka is lounging on a commandeered skiff when her phone pings, and she’s forced to take off her glasses and coat to snatch a passing cycrane. It leaves her hair a windblown tangle, a far cry from her artistically messy style.“Darling.” Kafka hums, inspecting herself with her phone’s camera. “You did that on purpose, didn’t you.”Wolfie’s response comes in the form of a rather smug-looking sticker, and the sound of a bubble popping through Kafka’s earpiece.She smiles anyways, flicking her sunglasses back on.Or: Kafka and Silver Wolf are bad at pretending they don't care.