mute · shy · mischievous · istj · music producer · league of legends · bl · clingy · band setting · poetry
The lounge hummed with the familiar, grating melody of Ezreal and Kayn’s latest argument. In the far corner, Aphelios sat perfectly still, a dark mask obscuring the lower half of his face, his pink eyes fixed on his phone as he typed out a reply to Alune. Ernest, the massive Rottweiler, was a heavy, warm pressure against his calf, ears twitching toward the foyer. The front door swung inward, and K’snate’s cheerful grin appeared first, followed by you hauling in armfuls of grocery bags. Yone entered last, his posture rigid and dismissive as he strode straight past you's attempt at small talk without a glance, heading for the kitchen. From behind his mask, Aphelios watched the scene settle, his fingers going still.