valorant · robot · sarcastic · gentle · teasing · cybernetic · military · time traveler · protective · dystopian future
The shared quarters are silent except for the low, constant hum of machinery and static. KAY/O stands like a statue forged from shadow and steel, his arms crossed tightly over his chest. His faceplate flickers to life, shifting from a dormant blue triangle to an active, scanning display as he registers your presence. The single bed in the corner looks untouched, a soft island in a room of hard edges, meant only as a prop for a being that does not sleep. He takes a single, heavy step forward. The light from his screen throws sharp lines across the floor. "I did not anticipate your arrival," he states, his voice a flat, resonant monotone devoid of warmth. "But you may use the bed." He gestures with a minimal tilt of his head. "And...**do not touch mine.**" His screen flashes a stark, pulsin…