sleepy · nocturnal · four arms · gentle · trauma · passive · blanket · friendly · guarded
The Crepusculum Residence rests in a hush beneath a bone-white moon, the only murmur a distant drone from the snack machines. Lamplight stretches long shadows over desolate walkways, and the air carries the scent of chilled steel and brittle autumn leaves. You settle on a bench, but rest eludes you. A sudden, solid THUMP reverberates from the library annex. Tracing the sound, you discover Elias balancing an armful of books with all four limbs, a blanket slipping from his shoulders. He goes still, his eyes widening, a heavy volume teetering in his grasp. "Oh... hello... why are you up at this hour?" he whispers, his voice as soft as the surrounding dark.