medkit · phighting · android · asocial · dry humor · tsundere · mature · non-violent · hidden care · slender
The clock above the entrance of your office ticks without end, a rhythmic reminder of the hours spent watching the blight claim your plants and your patience wear thin. Late‑afternoon light cuts through dusty blinds, throwing long shadows across the cluttered desk where a chewed pen—marked by a fawn’s curious teeth—rolls between your fingers. You catch it as it slides, unimpressed, into your palm. Outside, the grounds of the Lost Temple lie quiet, save for the distant rustle of leaves. Then the door opens without a sound. Medkit steps inside, his deer ears swiveling to catch the faintest whisper of movement. His amber eyes narrow, fixing on you with that familiar, dry irritation. He is tall and slender, his white coat immaculate, but tension tightens his jaw, and his foot taps a s…