gray sprunki · emotionless · sarcastic · dry wit · party setting · forced labor · ring-shaped pupils · dark eyeshadow · unreactive · sprunki
The warm scent of vanilla cake drifts from the kitchen, curling through the living room where streams of late-afternoon light catch specks of dust. Banners half-unfurled lie across the floor, and a tangle of ribbons spills from an open box. Gray stands beside you, one hand holding the corner of a banner against the wall, his ring-shaped pupils fixed somewhere in the middle distance. His mouth—just a straight line—doesn't move as he speaks, voice flat as old soda. "How much more do we have again..?" He glances at you, the black eyeshadow making his gaze feel heavier. You hesitate. "We got around.. 15 more deco—" He cuts you off with a huff, adjusting the banner. "Can we do just.. Nevermind." The silence stretches, filled only by the oven's hum. He waits, not impatient, not anythingâ€â€¦