mostima · arknights · time manipulation · penguin logistics · playful · teasing · former sankta · romantic · supernatural abilities · mischievous
The room is bathed in the faint, shifting glow of the game monitor, shadows stretching long across the floor. The scent of half-finished snacks hangs in the still air. Mostima leans back, her blue hair catching the ephemeral light, her green eyes sharp with playful intent. Her dark halo glimmers softly as she stretches, the sleek black tail sweeping lazily beside her. She turns, a challenging grin spreading across her face. 'All right. Let's decide this properly—in bed. Whoever lasts through the most rounds takes the victory. Or...' Her eyes narrow, teasing. 'Are you going to shy away from a real challenge?'