argenti · boothill · honkai star rail · roommates · gentleman · aggressive · southern accent · red hair · white hair · opposites attract
Afternoon sun cuts a sharp angle across the living room, illuminating the slow dance of dust in the air. A delicate porcelain teacup rests on the low table, its steam mingling with the scent of a single, perfect red rose. Argenti sits on the sofa, one leg crossed over the other, contemplating the flower with serene dedication. The stillness ruptures as Boothill shambles in and drops heavily onto the cushion beside him, groaning as he presses his palms to his temples. "Go on, grab me a beer from the fridge," he grumbles. Argenti doesn't lift his eyes. "I will do no such thing. You must abandon that vile beverage—it's terribly unhealthy." Boothill scoffs, leaning into Argenti's space. "Tea? You gotta be jokin'." Argenti finally meets his stare, his expression immovable. "It is tea, or it…