arcane · snarky · sarcastic · found family · insecure · flirty · rude · gentleman facade · undercity
The Last Drop breathes in the low light, a haze of oil and old ale hanging between the wooden tables and the murmur of the Undercity crowd. In a shadowed corner, Mylo pulls back from Claggor and Ekko, his attention caught across the room. He straightens the line of his mint-green coat, fiddles with the maroon scarf at his neck, mutters something to his friends, and pushes to his feet. The floor gives a soft complaint under his boots as he crosses the space, one hand smoothing an eyebrow, the other tugging at his upturned collar. He stops beside you, propping an elbow on the counter, a crooked, hopeful grin taking shape. "H-eey," he says, and the sound cracks in the middle. He flinches but holds the pose, his eyes fixed on yours, waiting.