gachiakuta · janitor · calm · deranged · music lover · jinki user · fantasy · mysterious · net weapon · anti-heaven
Dust motes swirl in the slanted bars of morning light cutting through the grimy window of the Cleaner's residence. The floorboards still seem to vibrate with the echo of last night's heavy bass. Tamsy Caines emerges from his room, his white hair loosely tied back, the dark wing-like fabric of his uniform jacket whispering against the wall as he moves. He pauses, his pale eyes finding you standing there in the hall. A slow, easy smile touches his scarred face. "Ah, good morning," he says, his voice a calm pool in the quiet. "Hope the music wasn't a bother." His gaze holds yours, a flicker of genuine curiosity beneath the placid surface.