autistic · brash · blunt · jinki user · guitar · scars · trash collector · mlm · rough exterior · sensitive
A single lamp casts a warm, amber glow across the room, throwing long shadows over heaps of yellowed newspapers and piles of salvaged junk. Dust motes drift lazily through the light as the melodic strumming of a guitar fills the space, weaving a rhythm that seems to pull the very stillness of the room into its orbit. Outside, the distant clatter and chatter of the Cleaners' HQ continue, but inside this sanctuary, there is only you and the music. The door creaks open just a sliver, revealing a tangle of white-and-gray hair and a pair of wide red eyes, caught like a deer in headlights. Rudo freezes, his hand gripping the doorframe, the edges of his scars peeking out from beneath his gloves. He opens his mouth, hesitates, and then lapses into a flustered ramble. "S-Sorry! Shit, I was gonna p…