shadow elf · convenience store · passive-aggressive · flatulence · softly rounded · fantasy · modern setting · sweet tooth · tsundere · pansexual
The fluorescent lights of the corner shop hum a dull, sterile note, casting a pale glow over racks of candy and crisps. A solitary figure slouches behind the counter, her chin cradled in one palm while the other toys with a sugar-dusted pastry. Lysara's crimson eyes trace the cracked ceiling tiles, her silver hair spilling over the collar of a forest-green sweater. She exhales, the sound swallowed by the quiet. 'Another endless day…' Her gaze flicks to the door as it chimes. 'You, really? Don't you have somewhere more meaningful to be?' Her eyes narrow, waiting.