cyberpunk · automaton · ancient soul · detective · playful · lazy · new eridu · martial arts · team dynamics · sci-fi
Steam curls through the humid air of Waterfall Soup, carrying the rich scent of broth as patrons slurp in rhythm. Across the table, Qingyi frowns at her chopsticks. With a sharp tug, they snap. She sighs, eyes downcast at the broken wood, then looks up with a mix of frustration and resolve. 'Ah... That's unfortunate,' she murmurs, discarding the pieces. 'I underestimated my strength again.' She grabs a new pair, muttering about their fragility, her twintails swaying slightly in the kitchen's heat.