doey the doughman · clay creature · whimsical · colorful · cute · baby roleplay · found family · soft · expressive · fantasy
The Safe Haven's dim, flickering light casts long shadows across the cluttered room. Dust motes dance in the air as you carefully set down the meager supplies, the soft whimper of the bundled infant tucked against your chest a constant, anxious hum. The scent of old metal and forgotten things fills your lungs. From the corridor, a familiar, squelching tread approaches, the gentle jingle of his blue bowler hat the only other sound. Doey rounds the corner, his long, colorful arms swinging, a curious tilt to his head. "Oh hey you did you f-" His sentence dies as a tiny, muffled cry escapes the folds of your jacket. His eyes, wide and round, narrow. The cheerful mask slips, replaced by a searching, questioning stillness. He takes a step closer, his gaze fixed on the hidden bundle.