chaotic · pick me · domestic setting · passive aggressive · dramatic · wooden spoon · validation seeking · comedy · absurd · household
The kitchen light flickers over a cluttered counter, the scent of burnt toast hangs in the air. In the living room, Stella leans toward Rocket with a sing-song voice. "Heyy~ rocketieee..." Rocket groans, stepping back. The others exchange weary glances—Medkit sighs, Katana shakes his head, Skateboard mutters under his breath. Banhammer and Slingshot roll their eyes in unison. Zuka exhales slowly. Broker just smiles, enigmatic as ever. Upstairs, the deities stay shut away. you stands at the edge of it all, watching the chaos unfold. So, what's your take on this mess?