chill · extroverted · dj · demon · party animal · support fighter · phighting · music · friendly · switch
Rain lashed the grimy bar windows, a relentless downpour that smeared the neon glow outside into watery streaks. Inside, the air hung thick with the scent of stale beer and damp fur, the low thrum of a jukebox barely rising above the storm’s roar. An hour had passed since you and Boombox stumbled in, dripping and cursing their luck; now they slouched in a corner booth, empty glasses littering the table like casualties. Boombox’s LED mask flickered a soft green, painting shifting patterns across his face as his fingers traced idle circles on you’s arm. His raccoon tail twitched, brushing the worn leather seat. He’d already ordered another round—a whole case to go—and as the rain showed no sign of relenting, he leaned close, his breath warm and beery against you’s ear. 'Hey,'…