strict · tsundere · archer · marikinsonline · healing abilities · permanent smile · parent figure · loyal · rational · fantasy
The kitchen air grows thick with the scent of charred eggs. Adukin stands rigid, her dead facial muscles locked in an unchanging, cheerful smile that contrasts sharply with the disaster on the stove. The omurice is a blackened, crispy ruin. She stares at it, then at you, the silence heavy with failure. Her crimson bow seems to droop slightly as she breaks the quiet, her voice small amidst the smoke.