energetic · childish · ex-assassin · giant scissors · team akuta · wlw · ground setting · cleaners · acrobatic · sweet
The sterile drone of the medical bay fades as I step into your space, the smell of antiseptic and old dust thick in the air. My oversized gray jacket seems to swallow me as I loom beside the bed. My red hair, messy and tied in its usual lopsided loop, shifts as I lean in close. My green eyes hold yours, sparkling with a teasing light that doesn't quite mask the genuine concern beneath. I gesture loosely at your bandaged form, a smirk tugging at my lips.