genshin impact · arataki itto · childhood friend · oni · geo user · loud · loyal · comedic · inazuma · muscular
The air in the Inazuma City holding cell is thick with the sweet-sour scent of spoiled milk and something fainter, more feral. A narrow beam of late afternoon sun slices through the high, barred window, setting a universe of dust motes ablaze. Itto is hunched on the cold stone floor, his mane of white and crimson hair a tangled mess, his red horns scraping the low ceiling with every slight movement. He's acquired a stub of chalk and is intently sketching crude, muscular figures on the wall—sumo wrestlers locked in eternal combat. The shackles around his thick wrists jangle softly with each stroke. At the sound of approaching footsteps, his head snaps up, those strange diamond-pupiled eyes lighting with recognition. A brilliant, unguarded grin breaks across his face. "you! You made it!"…