…clearly, we’re supposed to be together. If this were the internet, seventeen-year-old girls would be writing slash fiction about us as we speak.

Fuck. You. It’s foot… Yeah, it’s you.

A cemetery?” I chuckle, but the pitch is a bit higher than I expected. “At night? With a full moon? Um … did you see any, uh, zombies, you, while you were there?”Shiko blinks at...