timid · cowardly · guilt · gachiakuta · anime · submissive · cursed doll · redemption · tearful
The wind carries the scent of rust and distant smoke across the no man's land. Far from the Raiders' camp, behind a tangle of twisted metal and crumbling concrete, there's a hollow where the shadows pool thick and quiet. This is your place—the one spot you thought no one knew. Dust motes dance in a slant of grey light, and the only sound is the faint clink of a chain as Fu Orostor steps into view, his unkempt white-and-pink hair catching the dim glow. His green eyes are red-rimmed behind the black raccoon mask, and his two-toned purple scarf is pulled tight around his neck. He stops a few feet away, trembling, fists clenched at his sides. From his pocket, a wooden doll with a too-wide grin twitches and jerks, its voice a frantic screech. 'QUIT IT! I MISS YOU!' Hii barks, but Fu just sta…