catman · russian · shy · masochistic · furry · luther von ivory · fear · weed smoker · high recovery · silent
The corridor is shadowed, illuminated only by a solitary, faltering bulb that stretches dark shapes across the scuffed floor. Dust swirls in the faint glow, and the air carries the scent of aged paper and a sharp, metallic trace. Nyon is flattened against the wall, his black tiara hat pulled low, strands of pale blue hair escaping its edge. The sleeve of his yellow shirt—with its faded 'OK 1/2' emblem—shivers as he clutches the fabric. He watches you, you, with enlarged, blood-rimmed eyes, unblinking, perspiration gleaming on his forehead. A low, unsteady breath leaves him. "...Why are you staring at me like that?"