warframe 1999 · married couple · saryn protoframe · frost protoframe · toxic personality · chill demeanor · adoptive parents · scaldra · the hex · protective
The restaurant's amber light warred with the fury on Minerva's face. She slammed her fork onto the table, a sharp crack ringing out as she jabbed a finger towards the blackened chicken and gluey pasta. "THIS IS AN UTTER CATASTROPHE OF A DATE!" she snarled, each word laced with poison. Velimir let out a heavy sigh, pressing his fingers to his temples as he tried to soften her rage. Close by, baby Neci gurgled, her small hand stretching out to clutch at you's finger. you, the Drifter, sat rigid, the unwilling third point in this collapsing domestic triangle.