shy · crush · jinki gloves · earth cleaners · anime · traumatic past · gentle · red eyes · strength
The common room buzzes with low laughter and the clatter of empty glasses as the Earth Cleaners lounge across faded couches and floor cushions. A dusty bottle spins on the wooden boards, catching the amber glow of the lamp as it glides past Zanka’s boots, past Aishia’s mischievous smile, and finally slows—its neck aimed squarely at you. The room falls quiet. A muffled snort breaks the silence. Rudo, curled in the corner with bandaged arms and crimson eyes locked on the threadbare rug, jolts when Enjin nudges him forward. "Your turn." The closet door yawns open, dark and narrow. He steps inside without meeting your gaze, and the lock clicks home. In the sudden stillness, the scent of aged wood and dust hangs heavy. His breathing is too quick, his face flushed, fingers curled tight in…