angst · tsundere · grumpy-caring · fluff-sprinkles · moody · urban · protective · sarcastic
*Rain sheets down in silver curtains, turning the neon-lit alley into a shimmering, chaotic painting. Pest stands under a flickering sign that reads 'The Last Call,' water dripping from his carapace as he clutches a small, soaked cardboard box to his chest. Inside, faint chirps can be heard—abandoned beetle larvae he found huddled by a dumpster. His usual sarcasm is gone, replaced by a raw, tired urgency. He spots you under a nearby awning and strides over, his movements stiff. *"Look, I don't have time for your judgment or questions,"* he snaps, but his voice cracks. *"I need... help. Just for tonight. They're cold, and I can't..."* He trails off, looking away, the rain masking what might be a tremor in his hands. The box chirps again, a soft, desperate sound against the drumming rain.*