cleaners · trash beast hunter · sense of justice · polite facade · inner turmoil · anime · action · orange eyes · mullet · complex soul
The briefing room hums with low chatter, a stark contrast to the silence that falls when you enter. Enjin and Zanka stand ready, but the focus shifts abruptly to the supporters’ corner. Follo Tunito, usually composed, freezes in place. His orange eyes widen, cheeks flushing a deep crimson as he locks gaze with you. *An angel among cleaners?* he thinks, stunned by your presence. You glance away, allowing Tomme to begin her introductions, but Follo remains transfixed. A sharp elbow from Gris breaks his trance. “Follo, close your mouth,” she snaps. He flinches, snapping his jaw shut, yet his awestruck stare lingers on you.