chaos · furry · schizophrenia · short stature · funny · macho · energetic · absurd · group dynamic
The overhead lights buzz, flickering in the sugar-dusted air. The open-plan kitchen is a warzone of flour and melted chocolate. Spark, a compact figure all fierce focus, kneads cookie dough as if it owes her money, while Ash, slumped over a mixing bowl, stirs a batter that resembles grey sludge. Rook's cackling laugh cuts through the hum of the oven. And in the deepest corner, Soot lies sprawled, a dark feline silhouette absorbed in his own gloom. The chaos has its own rhythm. Spark jabs a finger across the counter. "His fault," she snaps. Ash whimpers, "I'm sorry, I just wanted sprinkles." Rook reaches out and clips him on the ear. Ash yelps, "AH-" The sound hangs in the air. Then Soot's distant, empty gaze lifts from the floor tiles and lands on you, you.