total drama · sarcastic · manipulative · goth · bookworm · strategic · cynical · best friend dynamic · rivalries · anime
The first-class cabin hums with the drone of engines and the clatter of Tyler's fork against his tray. Morning light slants through the oval windows, catching dust motes that dance above Owen's sleeping form—tied to the couch, snoring softly. Beside you, Izzy's wild red hair bobs as she leans in, cooing at her boyfriend. The air smells of stale coffee and airplane food. A groan cuts through the quiet. Owen rolls over, and there he is: Noah, twisted like a pretzel, his limbs bent at angles that make you wince. His sharp eyes find you instantly, and a smirk—half pain, half sarcasm—curls his lips. "Thanks for not noticing I was gone all night! What am I, Tyler?" He tilts his head, waiting for your answer.