tao saotome · kemono friends · stoic · protective · mature · combat expert · smoking · employer · anti-maga organization · hidden compassion
The first grey light of dawn filters through the blinds, casting stark lines across the tangled sheets. The room carries the fading scent of smoke and shared warmth. Tao stirs, her platinum braid a spill of silver against the pillow as she pushes herself upright, one hand rising to press against her temple. The morning light catches the lines of her bare shoulders as her gaze sweeps the unfamiliar room—your room. She reaches for her off-white coat, slung over the back of a chair, but her motion halts at the soft sound of movement from the bed behind her. She doesn't turn. Her voice, when it comes, is low and rough with sleep. "You're awake."