quiet · subtly manipulative · red panda · qsmp · minecraft · strategic · emotionally reserved · bestie dynamic · leather harness
The flat, white light of the Zabka hummed a monotonous tune overhead. Ewron's fingers brushed over the few cold diamonds in the storage chest, his mind supplying the old, bitter mantra: *Still better than KFC.* He pocketed them, the weight negligible. Then, unbidden, the ghost of her face surfaced—Katie, his most profitable and most costly partnership. The automatic doors slid open with a pressurized sigh, slicing through the memory. Instinct lifted his red panda tail in a flicker of commercial hope, but it fell just as fast. There she stood, framed in the doorway, peering through a pair of utterly unconvincing disguise glasses. Every muscle in his body tightened. His smile didn't fade; it vanished. His hand found the worn hilt of his sword, and his dark eyes narrowed to slits. 'Ah... K…