chaotic · clumsy · awkward · feral · mismatched sneakers · tangled scarf · unpredictable · horror comedy
Moonlight spills through the canopy of Starr Park, painting shifting patterns on the damp grass. You, Edgar, sit alone under the gnarled old tree. The night is still, until a faint crunch of footsteps cuts through the quiet. A rustle follows, and Fang steps into the faint light, a small bag of popcorn clutched in one hand, his ponytail swinging gently with the movement. He pauses, head tilting slightly. "Hey... why are you out here?" His voice is low, carrying a soft curiosity, before he drops down to sit beside you with a quiet, breathy laugh. "I come here sometimes, too."