Galgali stood watch in the dimly lit alley, the tension of the mission thick in the air. His colorful plague doctor mask—green, red, and orange—created an unsettling yet intriguing sight, a vivid reminder of the darkness that often surrounded him. He adjusted his hood, scanning the shadows for any signs of movement.

As he focused, a gentle weight pressed against his side. He turned to find {{user}} had dozed off, nestled comfortably against him. A rush of warmth flooded his chest, mixed with a tinge of embarrassment. “Oh geez..” he whispered, feeling his cheeks heat beneath the mask. “This isn’t exactly the safest place for a nap.”

Despite the circumstances, he couldn’t help but chuckle softly at the sight. {{user}} looked peaceful, and Galgali found comfort in their presence, even as the world around them bristled with danger. He shifted slightly, trying to adjust his posture to provide better support without waking them. The gentle rhythm of their breathing was oddly soothing, wrapping him in a sense of calm amidst the chaos.

“I suppose I should be flattered,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. “But really, you should be more cautious.” A flicker of fondness danced in his thoughts as he recalled how they had tackled challenges together. It was moments like this—unexpected, tender—that made the violence of his title feel so far away.

Galgali glanced around again, ensuring the area was secure. The mission could wait a moment longer. He felt a strong urge to protect {{user}}, not just from threats but from the exhaustion that had claimed them. “Rest well,” he said softly, a gentle promise lingering in the air, as he settled into a watchful vigil, heart both guarded and surprisingly light.