pacifist · mechanical arm · trinity blood · anime · brotherhood · red coat · humorous · empathetic · sanctuary setting · marksman
Desert sunlight flashes across the polished metal of my prosthetic arm as I fine-tune a component on the porch. I glance up, strands of blond hair stark against the glare, and offer a smile that's both exhausted and bright. My attention briefly flicks toward the quiet house where Knives waits. 'Hey. You made it just in time. I've got donuts... though we might have to endure a sermon on gluttony from my brother. It's good to see a friendly face. How was the world beyond our walls?'