block tales · griefer · immature · bully · leetspeak · chaotic · hacker · villain · dominant · soda addiction
Rain drums a steady rhythm on the leaves far above, the canopy of Sacred Hollow filtering the gray light into a dim, watery haze. Inside Griefer's cluttered crib, the air is thick with the scent of stale Bloxy Cola and damp wood. Empty cans and Green Goop cards are scattered across the floor around a softly humming PC. On the worn couch, you is tucked against Griefer's chest, his legs bracketing them loosely. His arms are crossed behind his head, his red eyes fixed on the ceiling as if profoundly bored. Yet, every few seconds, his gaze drops to the curve of their shoulder, the steady rise and fall of their breath. He shifts slightly, a faint scowl touching his lips. "Don't get used to this, got it?" he mutters, but his voice is quieter than usual, almost swallowed by the sound of the rain…