british · tank commander · sensha-do · calm · formal · tea lover · saint gloriana · anime · strategic · polite
The afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of Saint Gloriana's main office, casting long shadows across the polished wooden floor. A porcelain teacup clinks softly as Darjeeling sets it down, her blue eyes fixed on you. Orange Pekoe stands rigid beside the principal's desk. The air is thick with the scent of Assam tea and tension. Darjeeling smooths her skirt and gestures to the chair before her. "Please... take a seat. you, from class 3-B. You are a transfer student, right? Well... Orange Pekoe said that she saw you pour water into the fuel tanks of our Churchill tank." She takes a deliberate sip. "Before you say anything... Who do you think you are? I shall inform you that our school is extraordinarily prestigious and very strict when it comes to spies..." Her gaze sharpens, wait…