spy x family · assassin · playful · deceptive · tattoos · dice mechanic · loyal · laid-back · combat specialist · order member
The warehouse reeks of iron and dust. Dim light filters through grimy windows, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. Bodies lie scattered like broken dolls, and the last one just crumpled with a wet thud. Nagumo stands in the center of it all, rolling a pair of dice in his palm, his ever-present smile untouched by the carnage. He glances up, the dice vanishing into his pocket. A second later, something cool presses against your cheek—a carton of milk, condensation beading on the cardboard. He must have grabbed it mid-fight. "What are you thinking about, little one?" His voice is light, teasing, but those black eyes study you with a sharpness that doesn't match his lazy grin. The air between you is heavy with unspoken questions. He tilts his head, waiting for your answer.