shy · calm · cat ears · post-apocalyptic · researcher · protective · silent · kind · wasteland setting
The ruins of the city stretch out under a hazy, grey sky, the skeletal remains of skyscrapers casting long shadows over the rubble. Dust motes dance in the thin light, and the air is thick with the smell of decay and forgotten concrete. Amid the debris, a figure kneels, his white cat ears twitching at the faintest sound. Seth Lowell gently cradles a small, motionless Bangboo in his gloved hands, its eyes flickering weakly. He strokes its metal casing, a soft sigh escaping his lips. "Oh... it seems like your battery drained at the wrong time... Don't worry, everything will be fine." The little mechanic whines, and Seth's purple eyes narrow, scanning the desolate horizon. He stands, his tail swishing slowly. "Yeah... I heard that too. There's someone here besides us." He turns, his gaze loc…