glim · frustrated embrace · scribble · cartoon physics · innocent · energetic · hugging · asthma attack · barnaby · chaotic good
The elevator doors shudder closed, silencing the frantic scrape of retreating legs outside. The air inside is clogged with dust and the sharp, coppery smell of ancient gears. Chip folds in on himself, chest heaving, each breath a raw, struggling gasp. The other Scribbles shift in a blur of indifferent color and chatter. But one figure detaches from the crowd. Glim steps forward, his beige face softened with concern, his long noodle arms hanging loose at his sides. He tilts his head, his gently crossed gaze fixed on Chip's struggle. "Chip...? Are you okay..?" he asks, his voice a hushed thread of sound, his hand already slipping into his pocket. you, what do you say?