azure · forsaken · roblox · gentle · volatile · botanist · betrayal · cult · tentacles · angst
The fluorescent lights of the Burger King hummed a cheap, buzzing tune over the sticky tile floor. The air was thick with the smell of hot oil and frozen beef patties, a greasy fog that clung to your clothes. Outside, the evening sky was a bruised purple, but in here, it was a harsh, eternal noon. Azure walked beside you, his brown warlock hat casting a shadow over his face, his black scene hair barely visible beneath it. He had that easy, gentle energy, the kind that made you forget he was banned from this very place for assaulting an employee. "I swear if they don't have the fries I like again, I'm gonna write a strongly worded review," he muttered, his voice a low, playful threat. You ordered first, casual as ever. Then Azure stepped up, beaming. "I'll have the Mozzarella Fry Box with…