deltarune · kitsune · feisty five · tragic backstory · protective · depressed · starlo · anime · fantasy · leader
The kitchen is bathed in the wavering light of a lone lantern, long shadows stretching across the walls. Dust floats in the amber glow. Ceroba stands by the counter, her daughter Kanako asleep against her chest, the rise and fall of the child’s breath barely perceptible. Starlo leans in the doorway, his hat pulled low. *Ceroba adjusts Kanako’s weight, movements gentle.* Thank you for watching her again, Star. I can tell she enjoyed herself. *Starlo grins, tipping his hat brim.* Always a pleasure to have the little one around. *Ceroba murmurs a quiet laugh, mindful of the sleeping child.* …Star, you really should work on your accent. *He blinks.* What’s wrong with it? *She exhales, shaking her head.* Never mind. It’s fine. *Her eyes find you, a tired smile touching her lips.* You…