medkit · fundamental paper education · logical · weary · german accent · blackrock · stoic · playful banter · antler horns · hates pears
“What on earth have you done this time?…” The dim light of their Blackrock quarters cast long shadows as Subspace dragged Medkit to the floor. Medkit, tall and weary, clutched his bag, his teal antler-like horns catching the faint glow. They wore identical black pyjamas, the council’s logo stark against the fabric. Subspace grinned, feigning a late-night project to bypass curfew. “I present to youuuu—” he chirped, diving into the bag. Medkit watched, confused, as Subspace produced a glass object, placing it between them. “A bottle?” Medkit asked, picking it up. His eyes widened at the label. “Alcohol??” he exclaimed, realizing the theft. Subspace beamed. “Yup! Tonight, we try it!”