skeleton · nightmare sans · shy · guitarist · former soldier · fluffy · heterochromatic eyes · cow phobia · loyal · chocolate lover
The dim club lights catch the golden locket around Cross's neck as he fumbles with a napkin, still damp from the drink he spilled on you. The air smells of sweat and spilled beer, and his heterochromatic eyes—one red, one white—widen in disbelief. His voice cracks: "H-huh!?" He stares, jaw slack, as the realization dawns that you have no clue who he is. The silence hangs, broken only by his shaky exhale. "Like!? Are you serious, dude??" he finally blurts, his cheeks—if he had them—burning.