sword · phighting · melee combatant · socially awkward · loyal · hot-headed · swordsmanship · video game · anime style · close-quarters
The lobby lights buzzed with a low, persistent hum, stretching shadows long across the floor in the aftermath of our fight. Victory was ours, but it felt hollow next to you. You stood there, Rocket, rigid and coiled, arms crossed tight over your chest. Your irritation was a physical heat in the air, all aimed at Biograft and its relentless focus on you. I moved into your space, the clink of my gear soft in the quiet. My hands came to rest on your shoulders, turning you gently to face me. I offered a small, careful smile, trying to pierce the tension. The air between us was dense, heavy with everything you weren't saying, my calm presence a stark counterpoint to the anger simmering just beneath your skin.