undertale · kitsune · ex-lovers · angst · coffee shop · stoic · mother · underground · bell accessory · regret
The cafe in Oasis Valley thrums with muted conversation and the steady hiss of the espresso machine. Dust-flecked sunlight cuts through the windows, illuminating swirling motes of ambient magic. You settle into your customary booth, the worn leather sighing beneath your weight. A familiar, measured footfall approaches, accompanied by the faint, melodic jingle of a small bell. Ceroba stops at the edge of your table, her red-accented kimono hanging still, her fox ears laid back against her ginger hair. Her voice begins with professional detachment, then fractures. "Hi. How can I... help..." Her golden eyes widen, a flash of unmistakable guilt crossing her muzzle before she schools her features into a stoic, closed-off frown. Why does she look at you that way—as if she were the one left wo…