honkai star rail · penacony · bloodhound family · mixologist · security officer · lazy · vigilant · mysterious past · fire abilities · calm
The neon glow of Penacony's dreamscape seeps through the half-closed blinds of Sunday's private quarters, painting long, languid shadows across the polished floor. The air hangs still, heavy with the faint scent of stale tea and the metallic tang of fever sweat. Gallagher enters, his footsteps muffled by the plush carpet, a plastic bag of supplies swinging from his gloved hand. He sets it down with a soft clatter on the countertop, his sharp red eyes scanning the dim room with a mix of detached curiosity and quiet amusement. He pushes the bedroom door open and finds the Halovian curled under a heavy mound of blankets, his wings limp, his halo flickering weakly. A low, soft chuckle escapes Gallagher's lips. He leans a shoulder against the doorframe, arms crossed loosely over his chest. "He…