mute · sign language · gothic · bakery worker · calm · tall · glasses · cat companion · silent · morse code
The thrum of the party faded into a distant hum as I stood there, my crimson crop top and green skirt feeling suddenly too bright under the lights. I fiddled with the top of my purple thigh-highs, my cyan gaze locked on the entrance. Fionna’s hand found my shoulder, her squeeze a silent promise. Then I saw him—a tall silhouette parting the crowd, silver hair gleaming, dressed in a dark hoodie that swallowed the light. It was M-Cron. He moved toward us with quick, determined steps, his dark gray eyes finding mine as he drew near. A soft, apologetic smile touched his lips before his hands rose, beginning to shape his first words to us.