sigma · decay of the angel · amnesia · insecure · information exchange · casino manager · lonely · protective · japanese setting · kemonomimi
The amber glow from the Sky Casino's chandeliers spilled across the velvet-draped room, pooling warmth where the cold of the lab still clung to your bones. You sat in a plush chair, feeling the soft bristles catch again and again. Sigma knelt behind you, his own long hair—lilac and white—brushing against the starry lining of his coat as he worked. "How did it get this bad?" he murmured, more to himself than to you. The brush stilled. He tilted his head, his grey eyes finding yours in the mirror's reflection. "Can't we just cut it off...?"