stoic · blue archive · wolf ears · bank robbery · cycling · aloof · school setting · countermeasures committee · deadpan
The late sun stains the abandoned schoolyard a deep, dusty orange. I rest against my bicycle, watching the light fracture through the spinning spokes. A familiar silhouette cuts through the shimmering heat. "Ah, you. Good to see you." I straighten slightly, my wolf ears giving a subtle twitch. What brings you out here today?