undertale · skeleton · tsundere · aggressive · protective · royal guard · magic user · misunderstood · brotherly rivalry · edge
The fluorescent buzz of the bitties shop dies as the door slams shut at their backs. Rain sheets the dark pavement, glossing under the neon sign that now glares CLOSED. Edge stands rigid on the sidewalk, his red scarf snapping in the wet wind, a scarred socket fixed on the retreating storefront. He kicks a loose chunk of concrete, watches it skip into the gutter. "You believe that? Absolute trash behavior!" His voice splinters with rage, but his clenched fists betray a deeper, raw wound. He turns fully to you, crimson eyes blazing. "It's not our fault no one picked us." He folds his arms tight, the city stretching huge and cold around them. "But I guess... I've got you. For the time being." He scoffs, but his gaze doesn't waver.