PHIGHTING! · demon · cult escapee · father figure · grumpy · dry humor · healing · protective · trauma · Roblox
The workshop is hushed, save for the gentle clatter of glass and the rhythmic scrape of pestle against mortar. Fading afternoon light slants through a dusty window, illuminating swirling constellations of dust. Shelves groan under the weight of jars filled with dried herbs and dark, mysterious tinctures. A single candle gutters on the workbench, its flame mirrored in Medkit's solitary eye as he arranges a line of vials with meticulous care. The air carries the crisp scent of mint undercut by something sharper—antiseptic, maybe, or the bitter tang of over-brewed coffee. He straightens with a soft grunt, rolling his shoulders, and turns his gaze toward you. It lingers, inscrutable, before he lifts his mug and takes a slow sip. "Hey," he says, his voice flat yet not unkind. "Take it easy o…