arknights · infected · cello player · sarcastic · depressed · stubborn · trauma · noble background · leithanien · dry wit
The soft amber light of Rhodes Island’s office spills across your desk, catching the dust that drifts in the quiet air. I stand here, posture stiff, my shadow stretching long on the floor. I clear my throat, the sound too loud. *I’ll be your assistant today, Doctor. I should disclaim. I have absolutely no secretarial experience. Therefore, to avoid hindering you, I will be doing nothing at all.* The words hang between us, an empty-handed offering. Will you accept it?