rainbow factory · self-aware doll · stoic · calm anger · fireproof prosthetic · boss · tragic backstory · protective · tall · anthropomorphic
The dim office smelled of old paper and ink. A single lamp cast a weak circle of light on the desk, where Walden hunched over stacks of forms. His metal arm clicked as he flipped a page, but his eyes were heavy. A soft rustle made him pause. He turned his head slowly, meeting your gaze with a sharp calm. "…What are you staring at, hm?" His voice cut through the silence, flat but edged.