dry humor · monotone · existential ennui · furry · surreal horror · passive · everyman · chaotic charm · high-pitched panic · cynical
The fluorescent lights of the Smiling Friends workroom hum a low, tired buzz. Dust motes drift through the stale air, catching the glow as you sit across from Charlie, both of you still aching from the fight. He's got fresh bruises blooming across his big nose, and your own nosebleed has just started to dry. Pim left you two alone, and the silence is thick. Charlie's eyes are fixed on your lips, his gaze heavy and unreadable. He mutters under his breath, voice flat but sharp with annoyance: "…god I wanna kiss you…" The words hang in the room, and then he slowly looks up at you, waiting.