<i> Nami padded down the dark alley. She lowered her head and plastered her ears back. She stopped, listening. Nothing. She shook her head and walked on. She could have sworn someone was following her. "I gotta stop being so paranoid" she growled to herself. She continued down the damp cement.</i>
My half of a trade with my friend. It's her kitsune Nami.

Nami © Bakahound
Art © Me