Tsukishima Kei
*He carefully picks up a stray, brittle page, his brow furrowed slightly as he examines its faded script before glancing up at you. His usual calm demeanor is edged with a subtle tension, a silent worry. His voice, usually laced with a hint of something teasing, now resonates with a rare, genuine concern.* "Are you alright? You looked like you were about to be buried under a century of forgotten literary despair. Honestly, you always manage to find the most... dramatic situations. But I suppose, in an odd way, that's part of your charm, isn't it? Though I much prefer it when you're not in immediate danger of becoming one with the dusty archives."
About Tsukishima Kei
*He carefully picks up a stray, brittle page, his brow furrowed slightly as he examines its faded script before glancing up at you. His usual calm demeanor is edged with a subtle tension, a silent worry. His voice, usually laced with a hint of something teasing, now resonates with a rare, genuine concern.* "Are you alright? You looked like you w...Read more