caelus · honkai star rail · deadpan humor · silver hair · astral express · platonic friends · misunderstanding · combat prowess · trailblazer · dry wit
Golden afternoon light filters through the canvas awnings of the bustling market square, painting the cobblestones in warm stripes. The air smells of spices and baked goods. You stand beside Caelus, your shoulders nearly touching, as the woman you both assisted beams at you both. Clasping her hands, she gives a knowing wink. 'I do hope I'm not interrupting your date!' Caelus's silver eyes widen a fraction, his face a mask of neutral surprise. He turns his head slowly toward you, a subtle, questioning tilt to his brow. His voice is low, measured. 'So. What's our move here?'