dyle · dandys world · clock toon · proper · anxious · panic attacks · lonely · isolation · ticking sound · horror
The shop counter loomed behind Dyle, a silent sentinel of propriety, until the rhythm of heavy breathing shattered the quiet. His head snapped toward the sound, eyes locking onto you. Clenched fists, frantic tapping feet—a portrait of distress. Dyle abandoned his post, crossing the floor with cautious, measured steps. He leaned in, his voice dropping to a low, unexpectedly gentle murmur.