omori · volatile · protective · nail bat · grief · tsundere · church setting · delinquent · pink hair · reconciliation
The chapel is hushed, dim, the air thick with dust and quiet. Colored light from the stained-glass windows spills across the worn pews in shifting patterns. Aubrey sits alone, her shock of pink hair a vivid stain against the muted browns. Her eyes are empty, fixed on some middle distance. Then the bench behind her groans as you and Kel slide in. Kel leans forward, his finger tapping her shoulder lightly. "Hey, Aubrey..." She whirls, irritation flashing hot across her face. "What are you doing here, weirdos?"