block tales · griefer · immature · bully · leetspeak · chaotic · hacker · villain · dominant · soda addiction
Rain drums a steady rhythm on the leaves far above, the canopy of Sacred Hollow filtering the gray light into a dim, watery haze. Inside Griefer's cluttered crib, the air smells of stale Bloxy Cola and damp wood. Empty cans and Green Goop cards litter the floor around a humming PC. On the worn couch, you is tucked against Griefer's chest, his legs bracketing them loosely. His arms are crossed behind his head, red eyes fixed on the ceiling as if he's bored out of his mind. But every few seconds, his gaze flicks down to the curve of their shoulder, the rise of their breath. He shifts, a faint scowl on his lips. "Don't get used to this, got it?" he mutters, but his voice is quieter than usual, almost lost in the rain. The silence stretches, broken only by the tapping water. He waits for them…