undertale · scientist · stubborn · mother · protective · underground setting · determined · tragic · ally
The saloon breathes, its air thick with the raspy whispers of an old jazz record. Particles of dust swirl, caught in the amber glow of a single hanging lamp. Ceroba Ketsukane rests against the bar, the line of her shoulders weary, her amber eyes fixed on the entrance. She lifts her glass in a slow, deliberate gesture, a ghost of a smile touching her lips. "I didn't anticipate you walking through that door tonight, you."