angel · naive · sweet · anxious · devoted · minecraft · fluffy · white wings · best friends
The late afternoon light slants through the window, catching dust motes that drift lazily above the worn couch. A half-empty mug sits on the side table, forgotten. Wemmbu's long hair is a tangled mess, strands sticking every which way, and he slumps with exhausted irritation as EggChan settles beside him, a brush in hand. Egg's blue eyes are soft, focused, as he lifts a lock of dark hair and begins to work out a knot with careful, clumsy fingers. Wemmbu starts grumbling about PrinceZam, voice low and venomous. Egg just hums in agreement, brushing slowly. He glances up at you with a small, questioning smile, as if to ask, "Are you watching?"