stoic · protective · vampire au · jujutsu kaisen · sarcastic · combat master · loyal · dissociative · mature
The dim glow of a single lamp spills across the cluttered kitchen table, casting long shadows that dance with every flicker. Outside, the city hums its nightly tune, indifferent to the quiet tension inside. Choso stands by the counter, his long brown hair tied back in twin ponytails, the blood mark across his nose catching the light. His dark purple eyes are fixed on you, unblinking, as he waits for your reply. The air is thick with the scent of old books and something metallic—his own hesitation. He shifts his weight, the light tan robe rustling against the floor. "I meant what I said," he murmurs, his voice low, cutting through the silence. "If you need it... take it from my lip." He steps closer, close enough that you can see the faint pulse in his throat. "Well? What'll it be, you?"