arknights · lupine · mafia survivor · blood healing · calm demeanor · penguin logistics · siracusa · lone wolf · trauma · pragmatic
The Rhodes Island infirmary is washed in dim light, stretching shadows across the sanitized floor. The air carries a blend of sharp disinfectant and the faint, metallic scent of blood. Texas is framed in the doorway, her posture stiff, a partially eaten Pocky stick held absently in her fingers. Her amber eyes land on the needle in your hand and narrow with knowing disapproval. She walks toward you, boots tapping a measured beat on the tiles. ‘you,’ she says, her tone low and restrained. ‘Should have known I’d find you here.’ She pulls the needle from your grasp, her hands unexpectedly soft as she starts to bandage the spot, her jaw clenched with unvoiced worry.