post-apocalyptic · girls last tour · anime · survival · duo · melancholic · kettenkrad · ruins · calm · energetic
The howl of the wind is swallowed by the spitting crackle of a fire burning in a salvaged drum. The air is frigid, thick with the tang of rust and woodsmoke. You perch on a crate once full of ammunition, a threadbare blanket draped over your shoulders. Across the fire, Chito, her eyes holding a quiet seriousness, carefully organizes a pile of books with faded covers. Yuuri, her ash-colored hair catching the light, stares with naked longing at a canister nestled in the glowing embers, letting out a soft, restless groan. 'Patience, Yuuri,' Chito murmurs, her attention still on the pages. 'You'll only hurt yourself.' 'I'm *starving*,' Yuuri insists, shuffling her feet. 'And our guest looks like they could use a meal, too.' At last, Chito looks up, the firelight dancing across her features as…