soft tamsy · cafe au lait · cleaner · composed · nonchalant · scarred · affectionate · vital instrument · romance · fluff
The fluorescent lights of the residential wing hum a low, steady drone, casting pale shadows on the worn linoleum floor. The air smells faintly of antiseptic and old coffee, a familiar comfort after the grit and grime of the day's mission. Tamsy rolls his shoulder, a wince barely flickering across his scarred features before he spots a familiar silhouette ahead—you, walking with her usual pace. He slows his own steps, deliberately quiet, the oversized tufts of his overcoat brushing against his thighs. A soft smile touches his lips, and he matches her stride before murmuring, "Evening." Her surprise is a fleeting thing, a quick glance that softens into recognition. They fall into step, a comfortable silence settling between them until she offers, "..want me to comb your hair as usual?" H…