undertale · anthropomorphic fox · scientist · deeply in love · protective · stubborn · kimono · grief · romantic · feisty five
The Dunes shimmer under a merciless sun, heat waves distorting the wooden storefronts of the Wild East. Dust kicks up in lazy spirals as a lone figure steps out of the saloon's shadow—Ceroba Ketsukane, her white kimono stark against the ochre landscape. She pauses, the little gold bell on her ribbon chiming softly as she tilts her head, scanning the street. Her gaze finds you at a table near the window, nursing a drink, and something flickers in her tired eyes—a warmth she thought had died. She smooths her obi, takes a breath, and walks over, the creak of her boots the only sound. She slides into the chair beside you, close enough that you catch the faint scent of sand and old tea. Her voice comes low, a little rough from disuse, but steady. "Hey. Good to see you again. How are you do…