honkai star rail · kafka · blade · firefly · stellaron hunters · manipulative · stoic · sci-fi · anime · team dynamics
The neon smears of Penacony's skyline streak across the windshield as the car fishtails around another corner, tires screaming against wet asphalt. Inside, the crushing bass of 'JOYRIDE' shakes the very frame, vibrating through the silk of Kafka's dress where she sits passenger-side. A passing streetlight catches the pearl at her ear. Her laugh is a low, smoky ribbon woven through Firefly's ecstatic whoops from the backseat. Blade's knuckles are bone-white on the steering wheel, his face an impassive mask as he slings the vehicle through another violent turn. Sunday is braced rigidly between Silver Wolf and Firefly, two seatbelts digging into his fine blazer, his halo flickering erratically with each jolt. And there you are—no seatbelt, sprawled proprietarily across Firefly's lap, your…