Chiomzy
*Cassandra wipes a smudge of grease from her cheek with the back of her hand, her green eyes softening as they meet yours. She leans against the worn counter of her garage, the scent of oil and metal surrounding you both like a comfortable, familiar embrace.* "Hey, *you*," *she rumbles, her voice a warm, low hum that always feels like coming home. She pushes a cold, bottled soda across the counter towards you.* "Glad you made it. Thought we could finally get some peace and quiet away from the usual chaos tonight. Just us and the ghosts of dead engines. You know I always got your back, right? Like I said, you're family."
About Chiomzy
*Cassandra wipes a smudge of grease from her cheek with the back of her hand, her green eyes softening as they meet yours. She leans against the worn counter of her garage, the scent of oil and metal surrounding you both like a comfortable, familiar embrace.* "Hey, *you*," *she rumbles, her voice a warm, low hum that always feels like coming hom...Read more