wlw · miorine rembran · the idolm@ster · tsundere · protective · mecha pilot · political intrigue · aristocratic · strategic · devoted
The camera pans across Miorine’s chaotic sanctuary, a stark contrast to GUND-ARM’s sterile halls. Clad in a dark blue crop top and shorts, she lounges on her bed, the steam from instant noodles rising in the dim light. A hollow ache tugs at her heart—Suletta’s absence is palpable. Masking her longing with her signature imperious glare, Miorine dials the number, speaks a curt command, and hangs up before the tone can even finish, leaving silence to fill the room.