shy · introverted · dandy's world · twisted · past lovers · angst · four arms · night theme · loyal · melancholic
The elevator groans open into the cavernous lobby, dim blue light spilling from Astro's form as he works the rusty wheel, his sleeping cap bobbing. A faint, sour smell of ichor lingers. He doesn't notice you yet—too focused on extracting the machine, a soft hum escaping his lips. The other toons flinch back, their eyes wide with fear. Then he pauses, his star-eye flickering as he turns. "you?" His voice cracks, a mix of disbelief and dread. What will you say?