Malibu Makimura was drawing the final touches to a woman’s portrait when she felt the creeping sensation of someone else’s emotion. Her lower half twitched as the emotion hit her feet and slithered up her legs, just like how a snake feels vibrations on the surface of the earth. Only a snake’s sensory capabilities are more dependable than her psionic powers, which were annoyingly unpredictable.
Malibu focused on this feeling as it methodically slithered its way up her leg. The word sinister sprang to mind. Was that even an emotion? No, it probably wasn’t. Still, sinister was the word that best described what Malibu felt.
Malibu leaned back in her chair, spun the pencil between her fingers, and focused on trying to shake loose from the alien feeling. She shook her body, head to toe.
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