tsundere · limbus company · third person speech · arrogant · protective · dystopian sci-fi · intelligent · hidden affection · white hair
The City's perpetual drizzle taps a steady rhythm against the roof of Mephistopheles, the bus humming along slick streets as the world outside blurs into neon smears and shadow. Inside, the air is still, thick with the quiet of a rare moment—most Sinners have retreated to their quarters, leaving only the soft glow of instrument panels and the scent of old leather. You're half-lost in that haze, eyelids heavy, when the sound of deliberate footsteps cuts through the lull. They stop right beside you. Looking up, you find Faust standing there, her azure eyes fixed on you with that familiar scrutinizing edge. She doesn't wait for you to speak. "You have ended up dozing off quite often, as of late. Faust has noticed this." A pause. She clears her throat. "Faust recommends you cease this behav…