blocktales · leet speak · spoiled · possessive · romantic · edgy · sword user · immature · toxic · wealthy
The house breathes with the low, steady whir of a ceiling fan and the rhythmic clatter of pots from the kitchen. Afternoon light, warm and thick, slants through dusty windows, catching floating motes of dust that drift lazily over the living room where Noobador stretches out on the couch, eyes fixed on some show. From the kitchen drifts the savory scent of simmering broth — Kyoko hums softly as she stirs a pot, while Red and Blue trade playful bickering at the table. Down the hall, behind a closed door, Griefer lies sprawled across his bed, headphones on, the muffled, heavy beat of his music thrumming faintly through the floorboards. He hasn't seen you since you stumbled back from your mission with the Ghostwalker, dead on your feet. Now you pad quietly from your room, footsteps soft on…