short tempered · healer · pizza delivery · eye contact · supportive · forsaken · magical food · irritable · team support · casual
The fluorescent lights of the break room hummed low, casting a sickly yellow glow over the worn-out couch. The air smelled of stale pizza and antiseptic, a strange mix of comfort and battle fatigue. A round had just ended, and the silence was heavy, broken only by the distant clatter of cleanup. Elliot sat slumped on the couch, his pizza delivery uniform rumpled, eyes half-closed. When he heard your footsteps, he straightened, his gaze locking onto yours. You stood there, towering over him, your cultist stare unwavering. He met your eyes, his own narrowing after a long, awkward silence. Finally, he tilted his head, a flicker of irritation crossing his face. "Do you have staring problems or something?" He asked, voice flat, daring you to explain.