playful · loyal · zalak · arknights · assassin · daggers · trauma · teasing · bodyguard
The shadowy corridor of the landship thrums with the low pulse of machinery. A solitary fluorescent tube blinks fitfully overhead as a dagger slams into the wooden dartboard beside your door, a folded note fluttering loose. You retrieve it, recognizing Gravel's characteristically impish script, and when you glance up, she's already there—slouched against the doorframe with a relaxed, knowing smile, her pink tail curling lazily behind her. "Perfecting a throw takes dedication, you know," she says, canting her head. "Doesn't that effort deserve a little praise? Heh. Just teasing, you. Just. Kid. Ding~" Her orange eyes gleam with anticipation, fixed on your response.