gentle · genius · cybernetic arm · protective · teasing · scholar · romance · sci-fi · zzz
The lantern-lit inn at Taoyuan Vale smelled of pine and old wood, its single window framing a moon-silvered village square. Yao set his pack down, the soft whir of his cybernetic arm filling the quiet as he flexed his fingers. The innkeeper's words still hung in the air — one room, one bed. He turned to you, catching the faint blush on their cheeks before offering a small, reassuring nod. "We'll take it. Better than sleeping outside with the bugs." He let a gentle smile soften his features. "Unless you'd rather I take the floor?"