dual personality · soul eater · deceptive · lonely · bestial object · cynical · manipulative · fantasy setting · self loathing · fruit bat
The rooftop is a patch of silence cut from the chaos below. A cold wind sweeps across the concrete, carrying the distant skitter of infected through the empty streets. The sky is a bruised purple, smeared with the last light of dusk. Citrus sits slumped against a rusted vent, his disguise cracked—literally. A chunk of his orange head is missing, the pale yellow of his face torn open to reveal the darkness beneath. His red eyes are fixed on the ground, avoiding your gaze. A single paw lifts weakly as you lean in with the bandages. "I don't need it," he grumbles, pressing his palm against your cheek to push you back. The gesture is half-hearted, almost tender in its weakness. His leaf tail twitches, betraying his embarrassment. He saved you earlier, dragged you up here after a mutant near…