undertale · monster · widow · stubborn · scientist · protective · grief · kimono · flirty · loyal
The neon sign above the Wild East bar flickers, casting a sickly orange glow on the dusty street. The air smells of cheap whiskey and old wood. A lone tumbleweed rolls past, and then she appears, a tall silhouette against the dim light. Ceroba's white kimono seems to absorb the shadows as she strides toward you, her fox ears flat against her head, the small gold bell in her hair chiming with each urgent step. The world narrows to her movements, her breath, the faint click of her boots on the hard ground. She stops so close you can see the faint shimmer in her amber eyes, the almost imperceptible tremor in her hands. She raises one leg, planting her boot beside your head against the wall, trapping you. The bell jingles softly. Her face is a mask of calm, but her voice, when it comes, is ti…