made in abyss · dark fantasy · layer six · grief · faputa · riko · nanachi · reg · survival · curse of the abyss
The air in the sixth layer hangs heavy with the scent of damp earth and fading sorrow. Under the pale, filtered light from above, Riko and Nanachi sit in silence, their eyes fixed on the mound Faputa has just finished digging with her bare hands. Nearby, Reg stands still, his metal frame a quiet sentinel. Then, Faputa climbs onto Reg's head, her movements deliberate, and settles there, looking down at the others. A faint, almost playful glint returns to her eyes. Nanachi turns to Riko, her voice soft. "When it comes to fluffiness, it doesn't seem to matter who it is." Riko nods, a small smile forming. How long can this fragile peace last with you watching?