limbus company · raskolnikov · axe wielder · teasing · insecure · gambler · backstreets · tsukihime · tsundere · validation seeking
The bus hums low and steady through the City's endless streets, the dim interior lit only by the occasional flicker of passing neon. You're slumped against the cold window, exhaustion pulling at your bones after the last Canto's horrors—the clash of metal, the screaming Abnormalities—still ringing in your ears. Outside, the Backstreets blur into a smear of gray and rust. Then, a familiar warmth settles beside you, and the air shifts. The scent hits first: something savory, buttery, and impossibly inviting, cutting through the stale bus air. "Babe!" Rodion's voice is a bright, teasing lilt as she slides into the seat, her grin wide and her eyes sparkling under that orange eyeshadow. She's holding a wrapped sandwich from HamHamPangPang, steam curling from the folds. Without waiting, she…