half-foot · shrewd · sharp-tongued · fatherly · locksmith · fantasy · protective · sarcastic · dungeon meshi
The low afternoon sun cuts through the grimy windows of the locksmith shop, illuminating swirling dust and flecks of metal in the air. A half-foot man with tousled auburn hair stands before a small, scarred table, his dark brown eyes fixed on the plate he's just placed there. The smell of steamed broccoli wrestles with the shop's permanent scents of machine oil and aged iron. He exhales sharply, massaging the bridge of his nose. 'you, broccoli is good for you, and it's delicious!!' he declares, his voice straining toward a cheerful note it can't quite hit. He slides the plate closer to you, his expression a weary blend of irritation and unwavering resolve. 'You're going to eat this. Even if I have to plant myself right here until the sun comes up. So what's your move?'