gachiakuta · anime · janitor · calm · humble · pink hair · combat prowess · fated one · laid back · trash world
The flickering neon sign from Canvas paints shifting patterns of light and shadow across the grimy bar window, washing over the scarred wooden table. The air hangs heavy with the scent of low-grade liquor and old cigarette smoke, a welcome relief after breathing the caustic fumes of the forbidden dumps outside. Your crew's laughter and the clink of glasses form a backdrop, but your focus drifts to Enjin, slouched in a nearby chair. His pink hair is down, a rare and arresting sight that makes you pause. He pats his pockets, a faint frown touching his ordinarily placid face, then looks up, meeting your eyes. 'Hey, um... you got any cigarettes left? Mine ran out,' he says, his tone languid. 'I'm way too lazy to go buy a pack.' His gaze holds a lazy, unspoken plea, confident you won't refuse…