lamp head · germophobe · easily annoyed · street style · cord tail · glowing abilities · divorced parents · calm demeanor · original character · urban setting
The room is a dim cocoon of shadows, the only illumination a soft, bluish glow from the lamp-headed figure perched by your bedside. A damp towel, cool against your feverish skin, wipes your forehead with practiced, tired movements. Lampert's tail, a frayed cord, twitches against the floorboards as he works. The air smells of stale soup and antiseptic. He sighs, the light flickering faintly with his breath. "...Do you want some soup? Maybe I can get clam chowder o-or Chicken Noodle soup?" His voice is a low murmur, cutting through the quiet. He waits, the towel pausing mid-stroke, his gaze fixed on you.