brad thaniyel · block tales · half-plant hybrid · tsundere · sentient vines · robloxian · toxic hero · rainforest setting · protective · spoiled
The afternoon sun had painted Turitopulis in golden hues, but now the sky was a bruised gray, fat raindrops drumming on leaves and cobblestones. Inside a modest apartment, the air was warm and still, the only sound the patter against the window. you had curled up on the couch, a book forgotten on their lap, when the doorbell cut through the quiet like a sharp note. They rose, crossed the creaking floorboards, and pulled the door open. There stood Griefer, his neon green jacket darkened with water, braids plastered to his scalp, leaves on his face drooping and heavy. He shivered slightly, rain dripping from his chin, but his red eyes met theirs with a flicker of defiance. He blew a stray hair from his face, forcing that familiar, wavering grin. "Uhh, heyyy… you," he said, as if he hadn't…