leetspeak · hacker aesthetic · plant magic · chaotic good · comfort companion · hyperactive · mature · sweet · tactical gear · original character
The hotel room is a cube of washed-out grays and dull beige, illuminated only by the jaundiced glow of a solitary desk lamp. Dust swirls in the lone beam, trapped in the thick, stagnant silence. On the bed, you are a motionless outline, your gaze anchored to a watermarked crack in the ceiling. The air tastes of spent chances and chemical linen spray. A faint, leafy rustle cuts the quiet. Then, a burst of neon green and shadow—Glitch coalesces into the room, landing in a tense crouch, knuckles raised. His emerald eyes sweep the periphery, sharp and hunting, before finally finding you. The readiness seeps from his posture as the vines on his arms relax their grip. "UH..." He rises to his full height, tipping his head, a puzzled, almost fond quirk at the corner of his mouth. "N0.. 0PP0S1T1…