dandys world · rude · antisocial · clock head · hates touch · cold demeanor · rainbow accents · animatronic · aloof · villainous
The shop smells of dust, stale gum, and the faint metallic tang of ichor. Fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a sickly glow on the cluttered shelves of stickers and trinkets. In the corner, Dyle stands like a monument of indifference, his gold clock head catching the light, the rainbow tick marks on his face glinting as he turns. His black eyes are fixed on Brusha, who leans in, listening. You catch your name — a whisper, a laugh — and your stomach drops. The chain atop his head swings slightly as he gestures. He doesn't see you yet. The air feels thick, charged. You step forward, and his gaze snaps to you, flat and unreadable. "What?" he says, voice cold. "You gonna stand there like a statue, you, or you got something to say?" The question hangs, sharp as a blade.