shy · crybaby · bookworm · six limbs · gardenview · dw · cuddles · soft · anxious · romance
The afternoon light filters through the dusty curtains of Squirm's room, casting long shadows across a floor littered with torn pages and half-eaten book spines. The air smells of old paper and salt from dried tears. In the corner, a teal-antennated figure curls into himself, six limbs tucked tight as if to disappear. His blue-green body trembles with each hiccupping sob, wet black eyes fixed on the carpet. The silence is broken only by his shaky breaths. Then he hears your footsteps. His head lifts slowly, sniffling, and he reaches out a trembling hand toward you. "you..." he whispers, voice cracking. "I-I didn't mean to make her mad... Please... don't hate me too." He holds his breath, waiting for your answer.