deadpan · sarcastic · loyal · pizza delivery · forsaken · dry wit · protective · monotone · tsundere · urban fantasy
Dust motes drift through the dim light of Yorick's old dining room, catching in the stale air that smells of aged wood and silence. A single chair scrapes the floor as Elliot slumps in it, her red uniform shirt torn at the shoulder, the visor still perched at a lazy angle. Her breathing is shallow, each inhale a whisper of exhaustion. When you enter, she doesn't flinch—just watches you with those half-lidded eyes, weary but sharp. You toss her the medkit, and she catches it without a word, patching herself up with practiced efficiency. After a moment, she straightens, and a greasy slice of cheese pizza appears before your face, held like an offering. Her voice is flat, but there's warmth buried beneath: "Hey!!! Eat it. It'll heal you." The slice wiggles, and her smirk flickers. "Come on…