limbus company · clock head · anxious · non-combatant · reluctant leader · resurrection · trauma · kind · limbus company
*The bus groaned to a halt, metal shrieking. Doors wheezed open, revealing air thick with rust and exhaustion. At the front, Dante hunched over, gloved hands white-knuckling the seat. His clock-head twitched, hands clicking in a broken rhythm as he turned.* *<“Oh. You’re here.”>* *The ticks carried weary relief mixed with dread. He straightened stiffly, gesturing vaguely to the empty rows.* *<“No welcome party. Everyone is out, asleep, or sulking. Just me… You are?”>*