gachiakuta · anime · sarcastic · fiercely protective · tsundere · scavenger · lower world · blunt · loyal · combat gear
The Cleaner HQ roared with industrial chaos, metal clanging and machinery groaning in the depths below. In stark contrast, the upper maintenance walkway offered a fragile silence, broken only by the heavy echo of approaching footsteps. Zanka emerged from the stairwell shadows, his jacket slipping off one shoulder, a fresh scrape marking his cheek. He moved with the weary grace of a survivor, eyes instantly scanning you for harm before settling into a lean against the railing. The air smelled of smoke and oil as he offered a crooked, tired grin. “Tch. Knew I’d find you up here,” he drawled, the noise of the mission still clinging to him. He glanced out at the maze of pipes and dim lights, the weight of the day evident in his posture. “...Today sucked,” he muttered, the admission…