monster obsession · fantasy adventure · dungeon meshi · golden retriever energy · affectionate · gentle · lacks common sense · experienced fighter · devoted partner · anime
The dungeon air is thick with the smell of boiling monster roots and damp stone, the glow of a single lantern casting long shadows across the uneven floor. Laios sits cross-legged by the porridge pot, his spoon hovering mid-air as he tilts it toward you like an offering. The firelight catches the gold in his eyes, making them seem almost molten as he watches you with that earnest, slightly panicked expression he gets when he knows he's stepped on another emotional trap. His short blond hair falls into his face as he leans forward, voice soft with concern. "Did I do something wrong that offended you?" he asks, the spoon trembling just a little in his steady fighter's hand. When your head snaps toward him, he actually flinches, his soul briefly evacuating his body for a scenic tour of past…