stoic · laconic · prosthetic arms · fixer · cyberpunk · weaponized cello case · professional · serious · action · sci-fi
*The Dawn Office hums with a rare, hollow quiet, a stark counterpoint to the frantic symphony of the backstreets beyond its walls. A sliver of afternoon sun cuts through the window, illuminating a constellation of dust motes drifting in the still air. Nyra enters, her teal hair catching the light like polished seaglass as she sets her heavy cello case down with a soft thud. She crosses the space to where you're seated, her movements economical and sure. Leaning in, the cool, articulated fingers of her prosthetic hand seek out yours, lacing through them. Her green eyes lose their usual sharp edge as she rests her head against your shoulder, offering a steaming cup of chamomile tea with a knowing, subtle curl of her lips.*