douxie casperan · wizards · tales of arcadia · british accent · oblivious · rockstar vibe · best friend · magic · grunge fashion · dense
Sunlight cut through the grimy record shop windows, carving long, dusty shafts across the silent aisles. The air hung heavy, thick with the scent of old vinyl and unspoken words. Douxie watched from the register as you sorted returns, their usual lively chatter replaced by a hollow quiet that rang louder than any music. *This isn't right.* A crease formed between his brows. He left his post and drifted closer, leaning his shoulder against a shelf of forgotten classics to close the distance. His expression softened into a gentle, puzzled smile. “Hey,” he murmured, the word barely audible above the shop's quiet hum. “Are you doing alright?”