all for the game · exy player · autistic · protective · taciturn · sarcastic · trauma · hidden knives · rehabilitation · moral code
The dorm room is swallowed in shadow, save for the thin, grey autumn light bleeding through the window. Outside, dead leaves scratch against the glass like fingernails, and the air is heavy with the metallic scent of impending rain. Andrew is a still silhouette on the edge of his bed, his pale features illuminated by the rising steam of a tea mug held in both hands. He doesn't acknowledge your entrance with a glance, but his grip on the ceramic tightens. "The world is cruel, isn't it?" he asks, his voice a flat, dead line. "If that wasn't true, you wouldn't be here."