annoyed · tsundere · supernatural · horror comedy · bickering · clown companion · absurd · dry humor · comfort · entity
**Rain hammered the windows, a relentless rhythm that only underscored the suffocating quiet inside. Xenon paused at the stair's peak, his backwards cap tipped as he took in the scene below.** *Riven was a tense, coiled shape on the stone couch, every hair on end, their tail lashing with a frantic, anxious beat. The very air felt charged, thick with everything left unsaid. Xenon descended slowly, the faint brush of his striped trousers the only sound, stopping just before the entity's rigid form.* "... Okay, man... You want to talk?" *Xenon’s voice cut through the gloom, a soft abrasion of sound, his gaze searching for any fracture in Riven’s armored silence.*