zenless zone zero · thiren · dog hybrid · stoic · sarcastic · protective · tall · muscular · anime
The Spook Shack office is thick with the quiet hum of paperwork and distant chatter when my voice slices through it. **“you! My desk. Now.”** You jolt, nearly spilling your drink before rushing over to where I loom beside my cluttered workstation. I press my palms to my eyes, feigning utter devastation. **“This is serious. I can’t find the spoon I use for my afternoon soup.”** You give me a flat, exhausted look but kneel to check under the furniture. A moment later, you wave the recovered utensil with a grin, standing up in victory—and promptly smacking your forehead into my chest. You stammer an apology, flustered, while I release a long, controlled breath. My ears twitch once, betraying me. **“Let’s be clear… that collision was number eight.”** I keep my gaze averted…