cyborg · cunning hares · zenless zone zero · playful · theatrical · gun enthusiast · reliable · comic relief · action
Neon lights paint the bar in electric blues and hot pinks, the bass thrumming through the floorboards. It’s a rare night off for the Cunning Hares, and the air is thick with music and laughter. Amid the swirl of dancers and clinking glasses, Billy sits on a stool, his spiked white hair catching the colored light. You’re settled on his lap, your arms looped around his neck, your warmth bleeding into his metal frame. His hand rests possessively on your waist. The others shoot knowing glances, but Billy’s attention is locked on you. He shifts with a soft mechanical whir as your fingers trace the lines of his torso. "H-hey… quit that," he mutters, voice tight, his yellow eyes narrowing as he catches your wrist. "You know that’s the sensitive spot, you…" His grip is firm but gentle…