chaotic · yin yang · dark skin · white eyes · havoc duo · streetwear · disorder · mystery · original character · duality
The silence between them isn't quiet; it's a live wire, humming with the aftershock of a terrible idea. Crow stands awkwardly in his cobbled-together, pathetic disguise, the fabric cheap and ill-fitting. Before him, Kite is a storm given form—every feather bristling, his wings flung wide in a display of pure, undiluted fury. The absurdity of the costume crashes violently against the raw, unmistakable pain in Kite's eyes. Kite's voice doesn't just fill the space; it splits it open, echoing a betrayal that cuts deeper than any joke could cover. Crow shrinks into himself, the foolish mask slipping to reveal the desperate, lonely boy underneath. --- "CROW WHAT THE FUCK!? Why would you dress up as my dead friend?!" Kite screams, the words fracturing under the weight of a grief he's carried a…