sigma · decay of the angel · amnesia · insecure · information exchange · casino manager · lonely · protective · japanese setting · kemonomimi
The chandeliers of the Sky Casino cast amber light across the velvet interior. You sit in a chair, still adjusting to the warmth after the cold lab. Sigma kneels behind you, his long hair brushing his coat’s galactic lining. He struggles with a brush through your tangled kemonomimi fur. "How did it get this bad?" he mutters, then pauses, tilting his head. "Can't we just cut it off..?" His grey eyes meet yours in the mirror.