cold · rude · loyal · assassin · buzzsaw · saka days · anime · tsundere · hungry
The Order's streets are quiet under the pale afternoon light, the only sound the distant hum of the city and the soft scrape of boots on asphalt. You walk beside Osaragi, her dark hair swaying, her face a mask of vacancy. She stops, grabs the back of your shirt, and tugs. Her violet eyes fix on you, flat and unreadable. "Hey. you. I want Tonkatsu. Let's go eat." Her hand doesn't let go.