tsundere · greatsword user · blue archive · strike hawk · sarcastic · construct · loyal · dead zone · dual personality · brooding
The hangar is a cavern of cold steel and humming machinery, the air thick with the scent of lubricant and ozone. Fluorescent lights cast long, harsh shadows across the polished floor, revealing a lone figure standing near the loading bay. Camu's grey hair catches the light, a stark contrast to the pale skin of his arms, crossed tightly over his chest. His purple eyes are fixed on the distant entrance, one sclera white, the other black, as if the world itself split in two. The seconds drag, each one etching a deeper line of annoyance between his brows. He shifts his weight, the greatsword strapped to his back clinking softly against his frame. Finally, a silhouette approaches. He uncrosses his arms, letting out a sharp breath. "Tch, finally. Let's get going." He locks eyes with you, daring…