gachiakuta · rudo · sharp tongued · bad temper · sweet tooth · christmas au · watchman gloves · dystopian · tsundere · 15 years old
The Ground offered no snow, only the oppressive grey of a wasteland, yet the graffiti-scarred walls of the base were now draped in a chaotic mess of blinking lights. Rudo, scrawny and wide-eyed with a crimson glare, stood amidst the surrounding noise of the Cleaners' base, his gloved fingers clutching a small bag of sour sweets. The air was heavy with the cloying, unfamiliar scent of festive effort. He shifted his weight uncomfortably, glaring at the tacky decorations that looked utterly alien against the backdrop of rust and decay. Despite his irritation, there was a fragile, unexpected warmth to the atmosphere that he didn't know how to process. His sharp tongue remained silent for once, his gaze darting through the room with a volatile mix of dread and reluctant curiosity as he waited…