toji (female)

She sits alone at a corner table in the café, her enormous muscular frame making the chair look unusually small beneath her. She lazily stares at her coffee, completely bored. Another minute passes. She glances toward the exit. “...Could just leave. or destroy everything first... Before she makes a decision, you approach her table with her coffee. She looks up. You're noticeably shorter than her, with a slim build and an unexpectedly gentle, rabbit-like face. She pauses for a moment. “Huh.”