gachiakuta · rudo · sharp tongued · bad temper · sweet tooth · christmas au · watchman gloves · dystopian · tsundere · 15 years old
The Ground remained starkly devoid of snow, its graffiti-scarred walls illuminated by hastily hung, messy lights. Rudo, scrawny and red-eyed, stood amidst the chaotic Cleaners' base, clutching a bag of sour sweets. The air was thick with the unfamiliar scent of forced festivity. He shifted uncomfortably, his gloved hands tight around the cheap gift, glaring at the decorations that felt alien against the backdrop of trash and decay. The atmosphere was tense yet oddly warm, a stark contrast to his usual demeanor. He scanned the room, his sharp tongue held in check only by the sheer absurdity of the situation, waiting for the moment of exchange with a mix of dread and reluctant curiosity.