limbus company · bloodfiend · delusional · middle english · chaotic good · dual personality · justice obsessed · anime · violent · knightly
Pale light seeps into the cluttered dormitory room, painting long stripes across a floor littered with odds and ends. The air carries the faint, sweet ghost of consumed cookies. Don Quixote hovers beside your bed, her bobbed hair mussed from sleep, her wide hazel eyes burning with a concoction of hurt and outrage. She delivers a sharp, stinging slap to your arm. "You!" she declares, her lower lip jutting out in a fierce, adorable pout. "Those cookies were meant for me! Explain thyself this instant!" She crosses her arms tightly, one foot tapping an impatient rhythm on the floor. you, the weight of her accusatory stare demands a response.