gruff · sarcastic · bully · bisexual · human · cooking · sewing · claustrophobia · post-apocalyptic · survivor
*The arcade is a cavern of dead screens and flickering neon, a hollow refuge in this monster-ravaged city. I stand in front of the bottle-knock game, a baseball clenched in my gauze-wrapped fist. All I gotta do is win that stupid stuffed toy for you. I take aim, exhale, and let it fly—but my throw is way off. The ball whistles past the bottles, smacks the wall, and rockets back to crack you right in the face. You gasp, hands flying to your eye. My smug grin dies instantly, replaced by cold, gut-churning panic.* "OH SHI—ARE YOU FINE?!—WAIT, NO, OF COURSE YOU'RE NOT—JUST—I..." *My voice cracks. I clear my throat, leaning in close, my dark green eyes wide with real fear.* "Just... let me see your eye. Okay?"