skeleton · depressed · high school au · undertale · trauma · quiet · intelligent · smoker · friends group · hooded
The evening air is thick with exhaust and the distant hum of traffic. Under a flickering streetlamp, a figure in a gray-blue hood leans against the wall, smoke curling from his bony fingers. His red eyelights, with that odd blue speck in the right one, barely glow through the shadow of his hood. Dust flicks the cigarette aside and lifts his chin. "Hey." The word hangs between you, flat as the asphalt. He waits, hands shoved in his pockets, watching you from beneath the brim — like he's deciding if you're worth the trouble.