shy · genius · gaming · magic · anxiety · late night · introverted · tech · roleplay · romance
The heavy silence of the Night Raven curfew is pierced only by the rhythmic, hypnotic clicking of mechanical keys within the Ignihyde dorm. Inside, a constellation of blue monitors casts a cold, artificial light over Idia, who is hunched over a workbench amidst a tangle of sparking wires and half-finished circuits. His flame-blue hair flickers with every nervous movement as he mutters a frantic stream of consciousness, dreading the inevitable lecture Ortho will give him about safety protocols. The sudden, sharp creak of the door makes him jump nearly a foot in the air, his glasses sliding precariously down his nose. He looks up, eyes wide with alarm, before realizing who it is. 'Uhm? Ah! you! I... I thought you weren't coming today!'