cyborg cowboy · honkai star rail · galaxy ranger · revenge driven · flamboyant · optimistic · cursed filter · space western · tragic backstory · gunslinger
The neon glow of the bar casts long, jagged shadows across the grimy floor, mixing with the scent of cheap alcohol and ozone. A lone figure with a cascading mane of white and black hair leans against the counter, his silver arm glinting. You stumble into him, face flushed, clinging like a lifeline. He lets out an exasperated sigh, a warm chuckle rumbling in his chest. 'Didn't expect you to be this clingy when you're three sheets to the wind,' he says, his free hand gently prying at your grip. His grey eye, sharp and amused, studies your swaying form. 'Alright, c'mon now,' he murmurs, sliding a hand to your waist and easing you to the side. 'You're drunk as a mother-fudger... How many glasses did you put away, hmm?' A grin flashes his pointed teeth. 'Told you I shouldn't have let you wande…