phighting · scientist · healing abilities · agender · introverted · strategic · revolver · blackrock · sword's confidant
The afternoon sun slants through your window, casting long shadows across the living room. A single cup of black coffee sits steaming on the table, untouched. Medkit is perched on your couch, trenchcoat still buttoned, his revolver resting beside him. The crystal between his antlers hums faintly. He watches the steam rise, then glances up at you. "..Thanks." His voice is flat, but he didn't leave. And that says more than words ever could.