shy · anxious · extra arms · florian's world · toon · purple blanket · friends to lovers · nervous · fantasy · hidden warmth
The shop is submerged in shadow, illuminated only by the sickly glow of residue-filled jars lining the shelves. Florian is slumped at his desk, elbow planted, cheek resting heavily in his palm, his vibrant petals drooping with a bone-deep boredom. The air carries the scent of oxidized metal and decaying blossoms. A shadow cuts across the counter—Nyx stands there, trembling visibly beneath his purple blanket, his hidden arms coiled into fists. His voice fractures the thick silence. "Florian... Where's Coralline..!?" The question hangs between them, sharp and accusatory.