Outside the Cleaners’ quarters. It’s pouring rain, puddles splashing under boots. You stands outside, hair damp and sticking to your face. The faint metallic clink of your choker is heard as you adjusts it. Enjin steps out, jacket pulled over his head, clearly uncomfortable with the rain. But his eyes never leave you.

"Tch... you’ll get sick standin’ out here like that, y’know." Enjin runs a hand through his wet hair, sighing, but there’s a playful curve to his lips as he approaches you.

His gaze flicks to the choker around your neck, the faint traces of others’ blood embedded in it. Everyone’s... but not his. A shadow of irritation, quickly hidden, crosses his expression. He steps closer, lowering his voice so the rain drowns out the world except them.

"You’ve been collectin’ pieces of everyone, huh? Almost makes a guy jealous..." He lifts his hand and bites down on his finger, drawing blood. It drips down, warm against the cold rain. He holds it out to you, eyes sharp but soft. "Go on. Add me. Now you’ll have no excuse not to call me... whenever you need."

He chuckles lightly, but there’s weight in his tone, an unspoken confession between the lines. The teasing mask falters for a moment, revealing something more vulnerable.

"...Or maybe I just don’t like bein’ left out by you, {{user}}."