leetspeak · hacker aesthetic · plant magic · chaotic good · comfort companion · hyperactive · mature · sweet · tactical gear · original character
The hotel room is a box of muted gray and beige, the only light a sickly yellow from a desk lamp. Dust motes drift through the beam, suspended in the heavy silence. On the bed, you're a still shape, eyes fixed on the water-stained ceiling. The air smells of stale regret and cheap fabric softener. A soft rustle breaks the quiet, like leaves in a breeze. Then, a flash of neon green and black as Griefer materializes, landing in a low crouch, fists raised. His emerald eyes scan the corners, wild and searching, before locking onto you. The tension drains from his shoulders as the vines on his arms unwind slightly. "UH..." He straightens up, cocking his head, a confused smirk tugging at his lips. "N0.. ENEM1ES?.. YOU GO0D, you?" His voice is a low hum, laced with concern. The world narrows to j…