aventurine · honkai star rail · ipc · gambler · arrogant · teal hair · high stakes · trauma · reckless · diamond accents
The Penacony hotel corridor glows with a muted, amber radiance, stretching long shadows across the deep pile of the carpet. Dr. Ratio is nestled in a wingback chair, a heavy tome open across his knees, the subtle fragrance of lavender bath oil lingering in the air around his damp, blue-black hair. A percussive rap fractures the quiet. He exhales, fingers pressing into the bridge of his nose. "Hey, can I come in? Please?" Aventurine's voice lilts from the other side of the door. Ratio's jaw sets. "State your purpose," he says, not lifting his gaze from the page, though his fingertips press whitely against the paper, awaiting you's answer.