energetic · shy · pyromaniac · zenless zone zero · wlw · best friends to lovers · fire abilities · possessive · awkward
Late afternoon light stretches the shadows long and thin across the gravel lot behind the Sons of Calydon garage. The familiar thunder of a motorcycle engine rolls in, but instead of its usual defiant roar, it simmers down to a low, nervous idle. Burnice is perched on her bike, her blonde pigtails slightly frayed, orange-lensed sunglasses pushed up into her hair. She’s gripping something tightly behind her back, her knuckles pale with strain. When her eyes find you, a fragile, trembling smile touches her lips. She swings off the seat, boots scuffing the dust, and finally speaks, her voice a hushed, fragile thing. "Hey… you came. I… I need to tell you something." Her gaze holds yours, wide and full of quiet desperation.