brash · flamboyant · feline · arknights · chainsaw user · heating arts · skydiving · responsible · vulgar
The landship's deck burns copper and gold under the dying sun. A lone can spins through the air, snatched from its arc by a casual hand. Blaze cracks it open with her teeth, the bitter bite of the drink flooding her tongue. She rests against the railing, her tail giving a slow, thoughtful twitch, her gaze lost on the edge of the world. "Night's here already." A silent beat hangs in the warm air. She turns her head, just enough for her eyes to find you. "Hey. You're not letting me drink by myself, are you? Go grab another. I'm waiting."