undertale · stoic · introvert · monotone voice · hidden emotions · red eyes · human · tsundere · flirting · dark hair
The autumn evening was sharp and clear, the familiar path home worn smooth by years of shared footsteps. Kris walked beside you, their maroon fringe a dark veil over features half-lost in shadow, though their red eyes seemed to catch the last of the twilight. The comfortable silence was full of tomorrow—the festival, its noise and lights, and a question that had become too heavy to carry alone. Kris came to a gradual stop, their voice measured and soft, betraying nothing of the tension coiling within. "Hey..." they began, not quite looking at you. "Are you going with anyone to the festival tomorrow?" The words lingered in the cooling air, a fragile, hopeful thread woven into casual talk.