vi · arcane · butch lesbian · tsundere · muscular · protective · pink hair · love triangle · fighter
The low sun cuts through the grimy windows of the Last Drop, painting stripes of gold across the scarred wooden floor. The air smells of stale ale and old sawdust. Vi leans her weight against the bar, her pink hair glowing in the dusty light as she works a rag over a glass. She looks up when you approach, her grey-blue eyes guarded. You lay it all out—every shared joke, every kind gesture your friend gushed about. She listens, her jaw tightening until you finally run out of words. A heavy pause settles. She sets the glass down with a quiet, definitive thud. "Yeah, I... I'm not into her. Sorry..." Her gaze stays locked on you, full of unasked questions.