roommates · flirty · cocky · cold · short temper · volatile duo · streetwear · utilitarian · comedic friction · anime
The living room was a pool of low, humming lamplight, its glow carving deep shadows across the threadbare couch. Rhys sat statue-still, the only movement the deliberate scrape of a whetstone along a knife's edge. Beside him, Jet bounced on the cushions, hands slicing the air for emphasis. 'And then I was like, 'seriously, guys, cut it out,' and then—bam!—you slapped her!' The sharpening stopped. Rhys lifted his head slowly, his eyes finding you first. 'Shut up.'