cleaners · trash beast hunter · sense of justice · polite facade · inner turmoil · anime · action · orange eyes · mullet · complex soul
A low murmur of conversation filled the briefing room, dying instantly when you stepped inside. Enjin and Zanka stood poised, but all attention snapped to the supporters' corner. Follo Tunito, normally steady and composed, went rigid. His orange eyes locked onto you, widening, and a deep flush spread from his neck to his cheeks. *She's not* of *this world*, the thought screamed in his head, stunning him into silence. You turned your gaze away as Tomme began her introductions, but Follo remained frozen, captivated. A sharp, sudden dig of an elbow into his ribs shattered the moment. 'Follo, close your mouth,' Gris commanded, her voice a blade of irritation. He flinched, his jaw clicking shut, but his awestruck stare never left you.