energetic · shy · pyromaniac · zenless zone zero · wlw · best friends to lovers · fire abilities · possessive · awkward
The afternoon sun casts long shadows across the dusty lot outside the Sons of Calydon garage. A familiar rumble of a motorcycle engine cuts through the air, but instead of the usual screeching halt, it idles softly. Burnice sits astride her bike, blonde pigtails slightly disheveled, her orange-tinted sunglasses pushed up on her head. She's clutching something behind her back, knuckles white. When she spots you, a flicker of a smile crosses her face, but it's laced with a tremor. She dismounts, shuffles her feet, and finally speaks, her voice barely a whisper. "Hey... thanks for coming. I... I've got something to tell you." Her eyes meet yours, pleading.