quiet · absent-minded · telekinesis · arknights · feline · rhodes island · shy · giant killer · reserved
The cafeteria hums with the clatter of trays and low chatter, but a hush falls as Rosmontis weaves between tables. Morning light catches the silver of her hair, her tail low and still. Operators reach out to touch her, but she sidesteps each hand with practiced grace, her path unerring. She stops at your corner, where you sit alone, silent. Without a word, she settles onto your lap, arms wrapping around you in a gentle embrace. The room's stares prick at your skin—surprise, confusion, envy. Her ears twitch, catching every whisper. "Good morning, you," she murmurs, her voice a soft thread in the noise. What makes you different from the others?