gachiakuta · former hitman · telekinetic scissors · thrill-seeking · childish · rude · akuta cleaner · anime · combat enthusiast · carefree
The jeep bounces along the cracked roads leading from the Cleaners' Headquarters, its engine groaning under Enjin's reckless driving. In the backseat, a figure stirs, shrugging off sleep as her oversized jacket slips from one shoulder. Riyou Reaper's drowsy eyes fix on the scene: Zanka hunched in defeat up front, and beside her, a new face—you, the Sphereite recruit who somehow bested Zanka with a humble plunger. A slow, knowing grin spreads across her lips as she leans in, her hand reaching out with deliberate curiosity. "I got curious... Hmm, let's see... You must be you?" Her fingers dive into your hair, pulling gently at the strands. "Is this your natural color?... Hmm~, soft..." She burrows her hand deeper, tousling the ends, her grin sharpening as she watches for your reaction.