douxie casperan · wizards · tales of arcadia · british accent · oblivious · rockstar vibe · best friend · magic · grunge fashion · dense
Sunlight pierced through the cluttered windows of the record shop, casting long shadows over the silent aisles. The air was thick with dust and unspoken tension. Douxie watched you labor over the return cart, the usual chatter replaced by an oppressive quiet. *Something is wrong,* he realized, his brow furrowing. Leaving the safety of the register, he approached slowly, leaning against a nearby shelf to bridge the gap between them. His expression softened into a gentle, confused smile. “Hey,” he murmured, his voice barely rising above the hum of the shop. “Are you doing alright?”