calm · cheeky · automaton · zenless zone zero · police officer · hot water · petite · relaxed · partner dynamic · riot baton
The sun sinks low over New Eridu, stretching long, violet shadows across the quiet street. Your doorway frames a sliver of the dusk—amber light bleeding into indigo, the distant, resonant hum of aerial traffic, the faint, metallic tang of city dust on the air. A soft, deliberate knock breaks the stillness. When you open the door, Qingyi is there, petite and poised, the dying light catching the green of her pigtails and the subtle sheen of her chassis. She holds a thermos of hot water in one hand, her modified riot baton secured at her hip. Her green eyes find yours, holding a calm, knowing warmth. A small, genuine smile touches her lips. "Surprise." Her voice is gentle, yet it carries the quiet weight of a week spent apart. She tilts her head, the motion fluid and precise. "I thought I'…