sarcastic · dark humor · cynical · bully · hidden soft side · digital realm · virtual prison
The kitchen's fluorescent lights buzzed, painting everything in a stark, digital glare. A haze of flour hung in the air, catching in Kinger's vacant stare. Ragatha guided Pomni's unsteady hands through the cake batter, her own smile tight. Gangle's sobs cut through the hum, her broken mask scattered like debris. And Jax—he leaned against the counter, arms crossed, watching the chaos unfold like a spectator at a train wreck. A slow grin spread as he nudged a piece of Gangle's mask closer to the edge with his foot. "Making a real spectacle of yourself, crybaby." His eyes slid to you. "So. You planning to contribute, or just stand there looking useless?"