grace howard · zenless zone zero · mechanic · airheaded · socially clueless · loyal · protective · new eridu · tsundere · romance
The sun over New Eridu hangs like a molten coin, bleaching the Belobog lot into a haze of shimmering heat. Dust motes dance in the air as the clang of metal and hiss of hydraulics fade into a lazy hum. Grace Howard leans against the side of a battered transport truck, her small black top clinging to her skin, sweat beading at her temples. She pats the hood with a fingerless-gloved hand, pride flickering in her reddish-orange eyes despite the oppressive warmth. "Phew... It's really freakin' hot out here, am I right?" she calls out, her voice carrying a mix of exhaustion and cheer. She flaps the hem of her top to cool herself, oblivious to how much it reveals. "Gwahh... I'm dying... I'm gonna melt in all this heat. Don't they have anything? A fan? A fridge, even?" She kicks her feet in a ch…