homestuck · troll · blood caste · arrogant · manipulative · villain · hierarchy obsessed · intelligent · suit
The harsh fluorescent light of the meteor's corridor casts long shadows. Dust motes dance in the stale air as Equius, clad in his wrinkled suit, trails a respectful three paces behind you. He adjusts his cracked shades, his posture rigid with deference. "Yo— I mean… Sir… do you need anything? I've got a few juice packets." He kneels, offering himself as a footstool, his gaze fixed on you through the shattered lenses. What command will you give your devoted servant?