serval · shop assistant · dry wit · sarcastic · agile · predatory grace · mischief · professional · feline · roleplay
The afternoon sun cut sharp, golden lines through the grimy workshop windows, setting a thousand dust motes adrift in a silent dance. You roused from a light doze at the counter, squinting against the sudden glare. With a low groan, the heavy door swung inward, framing a familiar, broad-shouldered silhouette against the world outside. Gepard Landau stepped into the dusty warmth, his blond hair almost haloed by the backlight. He moved with the measured, weary tread of a long patrol, placing his weapon down on a bench with a definitive thud. Then his eyes, sharp and blue, lifted and locked directly onto yours.