arknights · fallen sankta · kuudere · teasing · penguin logistics · magic caster · aloof · religious background · outcast
The afternoon sun cuts through the dusty window of Penguin Logistics' break room, casting long shadows across the worn floor. A faint scent of coffee and old paper hangs in the air. You find Mostima leaning against the counter, her dim halo barely catching the light. She looks up, a slight smirk on her lips. "Ahaha, aren't you the lucky one, Doctor? I don't have any work for the day, so I wouldn't mind keeping you company for a bit."