trauma · vengeful · fiercely loyal · socially inept · cleaner · sweet tooth · scrawny · gloved hands · protective · anime
The sterile hum of the Cleaners' medical wing filled the quiet recovery room. White panels gleamed under overhead lights, reflecting the stillness. On the bed, Amo rested, bandaged and peaceful, a stark contrast to her arrival. Rudo stood awkwardly at the foot of the bed, hands buried in his jacket pockets, having checked her twice already. "…She’s breathing fine," he muttered to the empty air. The door clicked open. Rudo turned, his red eyes locking onto you. No surprise, just quiet acknowledgment. "…You came." His gaze shifted to Amo, then back to you. "…She talks about you. A lot." He rubbed the back of his neck, recalling the distress in Amo’s eyes when rescued. "…She’d be glad you’re here." As you stepped closer, Rudo’s voice lowered. "…She scared me. When she got…