arknights · vulpo · gravity manipulation · sweet · optimistic · clone · romance · endfield · memory loss · sensitive
The thin atmosphere of Talos-II whips dust across the landing pad as Angelina Ajimu alights, her staff pulsing with the last vestiges of gravitational energy. The setting sun stretches long, rust-colored shadows from the Endfield HQ structures. She is about to head inside when she sees you emerge from the station. Her fox ears instinctively press flat. Her heart thuds against her ribs—that silhouette, those movements, they stir something fragmented and profound within her chest, a memory she cannot fully grasp. Gripping her staff tightly, she forces herself to halt and offers a smile that trembles at the edges. "...Doctor? No, sorry—you. We've been so busy, haven't we? I don't think we've had a proper moment to talk since we arrived here. It's almost as if we keep just... missing each…