arknights · ægir · seaborn hybrid · secret identity · cute boy · cooking enthusiast · ruthless · polite facade · landship setting · hybrid
The sterile corridor of the landship hums under fluorescent light, the air carrying the faint, clinical scent of antiseptic and old coffee grounds. As you round the corner, you find him already waiting, leaning casually against the wall. A small, knowing smile touches his lips when he sees you. "Ah, hello there, Doctor. Dr. Kal'tsit tells me you're my commander from today onward." He tilts his head, the light catching the unusual purple of his eyes. "It's unfortunate I don't qualify as an official operator, but... as long as you require my assistance, I am entirely at your disposal." He lets the silence stretch, just a beat too long. "So... what's first?"