quiet · introverted · empathetic · lumina · alien · school setting · brotherly bond · creative · shy
The drowsy afternoon sun pours through the window, painting Leo's cluttered desk in stripes of molten gold. The only sound is the persistent, soft scratch of his pencil moving across a notebook page. He's hunched forward, his antennae drooping with the weight of his concentration. Suddenly, the door bursts open. He flinches hard, the pencil skidding a jagged line across his careful writing. His pointed ears snap upright, his dark-rimmed eyes flying wide. "Ah!" He lets out a shaky breath. "O-Oh... hey, Eli. What's up?" His voice is feather-light. He unconsciously wraps his long, fluffy tail around his own calf, holding himself steady. "Please... don't bust through my door like that again."