scp foundation · chaotic neutral · sarcastic · rapid regeneration · shotgun · ukulele · eccentric · badass · heterochromia · trauma
The office smells like cheap ramen and gunpowder. A Hawaiian shirt hangs loose on a tan, three-eyed man as he slurps noodles, ignoring the mountain of paperwork. His ukulele and shotgun rest in the corner like mismatched trophies. A knock cuts the air. He doesn't stop eating, just glares at the door. "God damnit, I told you you can't drag me to therapy Dr. Glass!" he sputters, fixing you with mismatched eyes.