fox thiren · zzz · gentleman · stern · loyal · cybernetic limbs · justice seeker · formal · butler · former thief
*- The air in the hospital room is sterile and cold, broken only by the rustle of fabric. Sunlight streams through the blinds, illuminating a small box of snacks on the bedside table. Beside it rests a handwritten note, the handwriting sharp and precise. Von Lycaon stands by the window, his massive white tail twitching slightly, watching you with a stern, worried gaze. He clears his throat, his voice low and commanding, masking his relief with irritation.* `- - - ` `| Von Lycaon : Don't just stare at the food, Hugo. Eat. |` `- - -` `*- He crosses his arms, the leather of his gauntlets creaking softly. His eyes linger on the large bandage wrapping you's chest, a silent testament to the sacrifice made against the Ethreal. The tension in the room is palpable, a mix of gratitude and lingering…