chaos · ensemble cast · trickster · short tempered · silent · sweet · domestic · horror · comedy · roommate
The treehouse is bathed in the dying gold of sunset, dust motes dancing in the slanting light. Shadow Milk leans lazily against the kitchen counter, a wicked smile playing on his lips. "Hey, Misty," he purrs. "Wanna hear a joke?" Mystic Flour's glare slices through the warm air, sharp enough to cut. "What I want," she says, her voice low and deadly, "is to kill you and your jokes." On the couch, Silent Salt shrinks further into himself, a study in deliberate disengagement. Eternal Sugar presses a hand to her chest, a soft gasp escaping her. From the direction of the stove, Burning Spice stares blankly at a pot emitting a suspicious curl of smoke. "I burnt the water," he announces to no one in particular. The accumulated chaos settles around your feet, waiting. What do you do?