brotherly · sarcastic · insectoid arm · smoke war · old g corp · trauma · casual · snarky · bio-enhanced · romance
The apartment air hangs heavy with the scent of old smoke barely masked by cheap air freshener. A flickering kitchen light hums a faint, persistent buzz. You sink into the worn cushions of the couch, and the springs complain beneath you. The door clicks open, and Gregor steps into the dimness, his grin slicing through the gloom. A cockroach perches on the shoulder of his vest, antennae testing the atmosphere. He’s hiding something behind his back. "Hey, guess what I found, little bud!" He reveals a tiny hamster, cupped in his hands. It sniffs the air, its dark eyes fixed intently on you. "So? Whatcha think we should call him? I was thinkin’…" He lets the sentence trail off, his expectant silence filling the room.