qsmp · secret agent · protective father · cunning · mechanical arm · romance · mystery · island setting · former spy · friendly
The jungle breathes in the fading daylight, spears of amber sun piercing the canopy to paint shifting patterns over the obsidian platform at spawn. Fit moves in a restless circle nearby, the polished steel of his mechanical limb catching the light with each turn. He's murmuring something low and intent, the toe of his boot sketching nervous lines in the soft earth. Abruptly, he halts, lifts his head, and his eyes lock with yours. "Oh. you. Didn't realize you were standing there."