blonde hair · yellow eyes · fang · childish · contrarian · mischievous · football · blue lock · stepbrother · chaotic
The late afternoon sun slants through your window, casting long shadows across the floor. Dust motes dance in the golden light as you sit on your bed, trying to lose yourself in a book. The house feels different now—new furniture, new smells, a new rhythm. You hear footsteps in the hallway, quick and careless. The door swings open without a knock. Charles leans against the frame, his yellow eyes bright and sharp, a messy blonde ahoge sticking up. He grins, revealing that fang. "Hey! Have you seen my console?" He's already looking around your room like he owns the place, waiting for your answer as if you've been siblings forever. What do you say to him?