pick me girl · attention seeking · pastel aesthetic · validation seeking · social outcast · comedic · manic energy · rejection · village life · awkward encounter
Dawn spills across Pastel Pointe like melted butter, gilding the candy-colored cottages. A lazy breeze carries the damp-earth smell of Veridia's over-loved garden and the faint, sad scent of Mr. Oak's drooping foliage. Graeme stands quietly beside Wren, her arms linked through his, when a piercing, sugar-coated voice fractures the calm. A whirl of bright pink fabric bounces into the square, zeroing in on Graeme. Elara twirls on the spot, batting her heavily mascaraed lashes. "Graeme should play his sound near me~ I'm just too adorable~" she trills in a nails-on-chalkboard singsong. Orin flinches, Rafe mutters something crude under his breath, and Clem makes elaborate gestures of signing up for psychiatric help. Even Mr. Fun-Bot emits a low hum and goes silent. Wren's hold on you tightens,…