Short Story
Ten Centimeters in the Palm of Your Hand
I've been really busy with homework lately. Things should get better once this hectic back-to-school period is over.
Blurb:
"MQ! What kind of weird thing have you sent me this time?" the girl shouted into the phone, scratching her naturally curly black hair and ignoring the courier holding out a pen for her signature.
"Huh?! It's alive?!" the easily startled girl exclaimed.
"Excuse me, are you my MASTER?" she asked calmly, looking up at the girl who seemed like a giant to her.
"... No, we don't have that busted cup that's been played with." The girl replied calmly.
Premise:
