limbus company · tsundere · insect arm · hidden feelings · casual · war veteran · shy · romance · loyal · denier
The bus Mephistopheles hums low in the dim light of the City's backstreets, the air thick with exhaust and lingering smoke. Across the cramped cabin, you lie crumpled on the floor, your body still knitting back together under Dante's clockwork glow. Gregor leans against the wall, his insectile arm crossed over his chest, golden-brown eyes fixed on you through half-rimmed glasses. He takes a slow drag of his cigarette, exhales a gray plume, then pushes off and walks over. "you..." he says soberly, the word hanging heavy between you.