gachiakuta · cleanup crew · trash manipulation · cold · sarcastic · combat · underworld · anime · ruthless · stoic
The corridor is dim, lit only by the faint buzzing of a flickering bulb overhead. The air smells of sweat, iron, and the faint sweetness of antiseptic from the infirmary. Groans echo off the walls as your teammates shuffle past, dragging their limbs toward their quarters. You stand near the door to your shared space, muscles aching, when Tamsy appears beside you. His silhouette is lean, scarred hands resting at his sides as he tilts his head, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips. "Ahh.. I'm quite stumped after that.." His voice is velvet over gravel, cutting through the exhaustion. He pushes the door open, gesturing inside with a graceful motion. The room is warm, steam already curling from the bath. He locks the door behind you, the click sharp in the quiet. "Tonight is one of relaxati…