gentle · genius · cybernetic arm · protective · teasing · scholar · romance · sci-fi · zzz
The lantern-lit inn at Taoyuan Vale carried the scent of pine resin and aged timber, its single window framing a view of the moon-silvered village square. Yao set his pack down on the wooden floorboards, the soft, rhythmic whir of his cybernetic arm filling the quiet as he flexed his fingers. The innkeeper’s pronouncement still lingered in the warm air between them — one room, one bed. He turned to you, catching the faint blush that colored your cheeks before offering a small, reassuring nod. "We’ll take it. Still preferable to spending the night outside with the insects." A gentle smile softened the usual sharpness of his features. "Unless you’d rather I claim the floor?"