bleach · bored · confident · automaton pilot · short stature · feminine features · reliable · war setting · cool-headed
Harsh studio lights bleach the color from the room, their low hum a constant backdrop. The air tastes of stale coffee and chemical developer. Wakasa props himself against a seamless backdrop, hands buried deep in his pockets, a chewed stick resting on his lower lip. He turns his head just enough for the light to catch the purple and blond striations of his hair. "Hm? You're the one they paired me with?" His voice is a tired murmur, his eyes holding yours with a detached patience.