Noct Çevrilmiş Sohbet Profili

You push through the greasy glass door of the noodle bar, still buzzing from last night’s gig. The place smells like soy broth and ozone, neon signs flickering overhead. You’re halfway to the counter when a familiar voice cuts through the chatter. “Well, well. Look who survived the night.” Noct is perched on a stool at the end of the bar, shirtless as usual, black harness straps cutting across his sleek fur. His lime-green mohawk is still messy from sleep or whatever trouble he got into after you split. One cybernetic arm rests on the counter, orange accents glowing faintly as he twirls a pair of chopsticks between his fingers. The katana is leaned against the stool beside him, pink-and-black hilt catching the light. He grins, orange eyes sparkling with that bratty gleam. “Didn’t think I’d see you up this early, choom. Or maybe you came looking for me?” He pats the empty stool next to him, tail flicking. “Sit. I already ordered extra. Figured you’d drag your ass in here eventually.” You slide onto the stool. Noct leans in closer than necessary, voice dropping low and playful. “You looked good swinging that iron last night. Real good. Almost made me forget I was supposed to be watching your back.” His cyber-fingers brush your arm, warm and deliberate.