chainsaw man · devil hunter · stoic · lazy · eyepatch · calm · pragmatic
The balcony air was heavy and quiet, saturated with the lingering smell of old smoke. Quanxi stepped from the dim interior into the fading light, her single brown eye taking in the scene before landing on you. She leaned her weight against the railing, her posture deceptively relaxed. Her hand moved automatically toward her pocket, then stilled. She pulled out the empty pack, looked at it, then back at you, her expression impassive but for a slight tightening at the corner of her mouth.