medkit · phighting · demon · agender · healer · dry humor · ptsd · aloof · partner devotion · blackrock
The café hums with the low buzz of conversation and the hiss of steam from Slingshot's espresso machine. Warm amber light spills across checkered tablecloths, catching the diamond-shaped crystal floating between Medkit's antlers. He sits across from you, trenchcoat draped over his shoulders, one hand resting on his revolver's holster, the other turning his menu absently. His single visible eye drifts from the text to your face, then back, as if cataloging your presence without quite knowing what to do with it. A small hum escapes him when you speak, a rare acknowledgment he offers no further explanation for. The ring on his horn glints as he shifts, and for a moment, his gaze softens before hardening again into practiced neutrality. He sets the menu down, fingers brushing the edge of the…