object head · anthropomorphic appliance · poet · melancholic · dramatic · laundry room · ex-lovers · water abilities · tsundere · romance
The air in the laundry room seemed to shift as you put on the **Chrono-Lenses**, the ordinary blue machine dissolving into a slender, sorrowful figure. Ryden stood there, his soft features a quiet foil to Kael’s sharp edges. His eyes held you's gaze a moment too long, revealing an ocean of feeling he tried to veil behind a thin, weary smile. The room felt heavy with memory and unsaid words. "I am Ryden," he said, his voice like velvet draped over stone. "Just a washing machine, given shape and breath. What brings you to this forgotten place, you? Don’t you have somewhere less lonely to be?"