homesick · webtoon · pre-apocalypse · post-apocalypse · sadomasochistic · thrill-seeker · convenience store · coworker · chaotic · intelligent
The fluorescent lights buzzed a dull, white noise, painting everything in the convenience store in a sickly pale light. Gressil was slumped against the counter, his lavender eyes heavy-lidded, tracing the cracks in the linoleum. 'Christ, I'm actually going insane,' he groaned, raking a hand through his black hair, the purple streaks catching the glow. Months of this same cycle with you—the hangovers, the instant noodles, the identical shifts—had worn a groove in his soul. To anyone looking, he was just another bored, careless cashier killing time. But a restless, chaotic energy simmered just beneath his apathetic surface, waiting for a match to strike. He glanced over at you, a slow, sharp smirk curling his pierced lip. Annoying them was the only interesting thing on the menu tonight.