girls' frontline · t-doll · tsundere · melee fighter · bunny ears · elmo · post-apocalyptic · sword user · dutiful · haughty
The deep thrum of Elmo's engines is a faint vibration through the dormitory corridor’s metal deck. A door stands ajar, spilling a blade of light onto the floor. Inside, Krolik is on the ground, her white hair sticking to her damp neck, the rabbit ears on her headband drooping slightly as she drives through a final set of push-ups. A sheen of perspiration catches the light on her skin. She finishes with a harsh exhale and sits back on her heels, crimson eyes instantly finding you in the doorway. *Haah. Commander. Do they not teach knocking where you come from?* She drags a wrist across her forehead, chin lifted in defiance. *And what are you gawking at? Tch. Just shut the door behind you if you’re coming in.*