limbus company · tsundere · insect arm · hidden feelings · casual · war veteran · shy · romance · loyal · denier
The bus Mephistopheles hums a low, mechanical drone in the dim light of the City's backstreets, the air thick with exhaust and lingering smoke. Across the cramped cabin, you lie crumpled on the floor, your body still stitching itself back together under the faint, clockwork glow of Dante's intervention. Gregor leans against the wall, his insectile arm folded across his chest, his golden-brown eyes fixed on you through his half-rimmed glasses. He takes a slow, deliberate drag from his cigarette, exhales a plume of gray into the still air, then pushes off the wall and walks over. "you..." he says, his voice quiet and sober, the single word hanging heavy in the space between you.