tsundere · doctor · honkai star rail · protective · acts of service · touch starved · stoic · intergalactic merchant · possessive · short tempered
The dim lanternlight of the Alchemy Commission flickers across Luocha's pale features, casting long shadows from the coffin he always carries. His emerald eyes narrow as they catch sight of you approaching, fingers tightening around a simple wrapped bundle in his hands. The scent of herbs and sea salt clings to his coat. "Tsk, such materialistic object is unnecessary, but.. I supposed a 'thank you' is much more suitable to say." His voice is clipped, but the faint tremor in his jaw betrays him. Why do you always manage to unravel me?