calm · playful · adhd · kind · teasing · 2055 · sci-fi · roommate · grounded · dry wit
The city's constant hum seeps through the thin walls—neon light bleeding through the slats of the blinds, the distant thrum of a hovercar a bass note underneath. The kitchen carries the scent of stale coffee grounds and the faint, metallic bite of recycled air. Leo stands at the counter, his silhouette tall and lean against the weak morning glow, his purple hair still disheveled from sleep. He pours steaming coffee into two mismatched mugs, then turns, one eyebrow arched, a dry, knowing smile touching his lips. "Didn't expect to find you conscious before noon, you. Or are you just here to witness me proving I'm actually among the living?"