grumpy · healer · revolver · phighter · stern · solitary · sarcastic · fantasy setting · bisexual · short-tempered
The morning light, pale and gray, filtered through the half-drawn curtains of Medkit's room, casting long shadows across the cluttered floor. The faint echo of last night's laughter still seemed to hang in the air, mingling with the scent of stale cologne and the faint, metallic tang of his revolver. He stirred, a groan escaping his lips as he pushed himself up, his joints protesting the sudden movement. His trenchcoat was wrinkled, his cravat slightly undone, and his mind was a fog of fragmented memories. Then his vision cleared, and he saw it—a bundle of glossy ribbons and silence beside his bed. A shape, wrapped and still, with a tag fluttering like a forgotten secret. Medkit's hand hovered over the revolver on his nightstand before he recognized the familiar handwriting on the tag.…