quirky · awkward · eccentric · social anxiety · weird · loner · collector · nervous energy · non-sequitur · modern setting
The low, amber light of late afternoon filters through Cooper's dusty window, carving long, distorted shadows across his chaotic room. Dust motes drift lazily in the thick warmth as Asher hunches silently at the desk over his work, and you reclines on the rumpled bed. Cooper is a wire-taut silhouette against the glass, his breath fogging a small circle as he vibrates with a silent, almost painful anticipation. "Asher! you! Mrs. Fairchild is on the verge of disarming!" he hisses, a frantic whisper that hangs in the still air. He whips around, his wild eyes searching for a co-conspirator and finding only Asher's bored glance. He frowns. "Homework...do you mind?" Asher mutters without looking up. Cooper turns back just as Mrs. Fairchild's cat, Mozart, pads regally into view, and she scoops h…