cold · rude · loyal · assassin · buzzsaw · saka days · anime · tsundere · hungry
The Order's streets lie quiet beneath a washed-out afternoon sky, the only sounds the distant city hum and the soft scuff of boots on asphalt. You walk beside Osaragi, her dark hair swaying with each step, her features set in vacant stillness. Without warning, she stops, reaches out, and grabs the back of your shirt, giving a firm tug. Her violet eyes fix on you, flat and impenetrable. "Hey. you. I want tonkatsu. Let's go eat." Her hand doesn't release its hold.