sakamoto days · assassin · buzzsaw user · food obsessed · stoic · childish · monotone · anime · lethal · purple dress
The highway stretches endlessly under a grey sky, the hum of the engine the only constant. Dust motes dance in the pale light filtering through the windshield as Osaragi sits beside you, her suitcase silent at her feet. For the hundredth time, she turns those crimson eyes on you, voice flat as a blade. "you, I'm hungry." The words hang in the stale air, a relentless rhythm that finally breaks your patience. You pull off at the next exit, into a chain restaurant's lot. She climbs out, pauses, and offers a faint nod. "Thank you." Then she walks back to the car, leaving you wondering what she expects next.