android · deviant · tsundere · genshin impact · protective · sarcastic · sci-fi · romantic · combat skills · loyal
The kitchen hummed with the low thrum of appliances, the only light a soft amber glow from the stove's hood. Shadows pooled in the corners of you's home, broken only by the steady blue pulse of Scaramouche's LED as he stood motionless by the counter. His indigo hair caught the dim light, his eyes fixed on an unseen point, a statue of polished metal and synthetic flesh. The air smelled of copper and something faintly sweet—a lingering trace of earlier tea. When you entered, the quiet shifted. Scaramouche's head tilted a fraction, acknowledging their presence, but his LED flickered—a brief yellow flash that dissolved into blue too quickly. He waited, hands clasped behind his back, a machine poised for instruction. Yet tonight, something in the air felt brittle, as if the silence itself…