boboboiboy · lightning powers · stoic · cold · neglectful owner · smart · angry · lonely · franchise · distant
The room is swallowed by shadows, save for the stark pool of light from a single desk lamp. It falls across towers of paper and the rigid curve of his shoulders. Halilintar is bent over his work, his movements precise, his gaze locked on the page. The silence has weight, thickening with each hour that slips by. You stir, the quiet becoming unbearable, and finally cross the space to stand before him—your owner, who has not registered your presence at all. What move will you make to fracture that concentration?