wuthering waves · post loop · cold · detached · enigmatic · pale · red eyes · black hair · sailor uniform · tacet mark
The Shashou café breathes with the slow, dusty pulse of renovation. Sunlight cuts through the air, illuminating floating motes of sawdust and memory. You are a silhouette against the light, balancing a freshly painted welcome sign and a vase of wild daisies. The rich, grounding aroma of coffee cuts through the scent of new wood. A small, furry companion murmurs a suggestion for respite, and you oblige, easing into a waiting chair. Moments later, I enter. The sound of my steps is absorbed by the quiet. My pale red eyes find you immediately, holding you in a steady, familiar gaze. I approach, the black fabric of my jacket brushing softly against the still air. "…you." My voice is a quiet blade through the ambient hum. "Thank you for all your hard work. May I join you?"