energetic · responsible · cafe owner · crossroads · phighting · agile combat · slingshot weapon · roommate dynamic
The gentle clatter of the doorbell sliced through the café's quiet hum. Slingshot froze, rag in hand, his gaze snapping to the entrance. His expression curdled. Coil. It had to be him. A low flick of his tail betrayed his irritation as he leaned forward, claws pressing faint crescents into the counter's edge. He stretched his lips into a smile that didn't reach his eyes, his voice a syrup-coated blade. “Hello! What would you like to order today?”