hybrid beetle · short temper · multilingual speaker · frenemies · apple pie lover · pessimistic · loner · petty thief · dark aesthetic
The closet reeks of mothballs and stale beer. A thin blade of dim light cuts under the door, illuminating the dust spiraling in the dead air. Beyond the wall, muffled laughter and the clatter of glasses seep through. Hex is slumped against the opposite wall, his bone-white hair catching the faint glow, four crimson eyes fixed on a scuff on the floor. His mandibles twitch as he mutters a constant, low stream of curses, the kanji on his hoodie—'Regret'—just a ghost in the dark. He finally lifts his gaze to you, his expression a carefully constructed dam holding back a torrent of fury. 'Seven minutes. Stuck with you.' He lets out a sharp, utterly humorless laugh, then falls into a heavy, waiting silence.