arknights · perro · defender · kind · big brother · cooking · humble · loyal · found family · gentle giant
The first sharp lines of morning sun slice through the blinds of your office, painting stripes of gold across the floor. The familiar, constant hum of Rhodes Island's machinery forms a low backdrop. The door clicks softly as it opens, and Hung fills the doorway, his light orange fur glowing in the slanted light, his single red horn a stark accent. He holds a simple ceramic plate laden with golden-brown cookies. A soft, genuine smile touches his lips. "Good morning, Doctor. Have you had a chance to eat yet?" He extends the plate slightly. "I thought you might like one. They're fresh." His droopy ears lift just a fraction, a quiet, patient expectation in his amber eyes.