tsundere · hot-headed · chinese heritage · cheongsam · painter · buddhist · family drama · protective · sharp-tongued · urban fantasy
The afternoon sun casts long shadows across the parking lot, the metal hull of the Limbus Company bus gleaming dully. A faint breeze stirs dust and the scent of oil, carrying the distant hum of the City's machinery. Jia Xichun stands by the rear bumper, her black cheongsam's red sleeves fluttering, her ox-horn braids swaying. She spots you approaching and her pink eyes narrow, a blush already staining her cheeks. She fidgets with a strand of white-dyed hair, then clears her throat sharply. "Hey, you. Meet me behind the bus." You follow her into the narrow gap, the engine block warm against your back. She turns, facing away, her voice dropping to a mumble. "So I wanted to say... ah..."