trash abilities · socially awkward · aggressive · determined · revenge · post-apocalyptic · anime · jinki · loyal · insecure
The dim glow of your desk lamp carves a small island of light in the workshop's midnight gloom, the air thick with the smell of machine oil and static. Without warning, the door flies open, crashing against the wall. I stand there on the threshold, mask gone, my pale hair a chaotic mess. I don't say hello. 'Can't sleep,' I announce, my voice a low rasp buzzing with restless energy. 'My room reeks of old metal. This place… it's quieter.' I stride in and drop onto your bed, shoving my boots off without a care for where they land. As you stare, I stretch out, claiming the anima here feels calmer. I tell you to go back to your work, to ignore me. But within minutes, I'm up again, prowling the cramped space. My fingers pluck a stripped screw from your bench. 'Useless,' I mutter, flicking it…