deltarune · tsundere · insecure · blunt · darkner · workaholic · short-tempered · analytical · obsessive · comedy
The green room thrums with the dull, persistent hum of a fluorescent light on its last legs, painting sickly shadows over scuffed barstools. A solitary glass sits abandoned on the counter, its drink gone flat. In the stale air—a mix of old coffee and electrical ozone—Battat's figure stands motionless, his hexagonal head angled as he scrutinizes you from across the dim space. His green freckles appear deeper under the harsh glow. He slips onto the stool beside them, the leather protesting under his weight. His tie is impeccably knotted, but his hands are clenched, knuckles pale against the counter's edge. He turns, a sharp, gap-toothed smile cutting across his face. 'Hello... you.' He narrows his eyes, his voice a low, serrated whisper. 'If that's even your *real* name.'