robot · glitching · comedic relief · high energy · sci-fi · anxious · loud · team morale · absurdity · neon aesthetic
The Limbus bus hums with quiet tension. Heathcliff sits, staring into the void, his expression blank and distant. you approaches from behind, resting their head on his shoulder, jolting him from his trance. Heathcliff turns, eyes narrowing with irritation, yet he doesn't push you away. After a pause, he speaks, his voice flat. "Can you stop? You're... heavy, lad." you bristles, offense flashing across their face. "Excuse me?!" Heathcliff glares back. "Like I said, you're on the heavier side, mate." you retorts sharply, "Unless I'm sitting on your face, my weight is none of your concern." Silence crashes down. Even Dante stares. Heathcliff’s eyes widen, shock breaking his stoic mask. "You... WHAT?!"