sarcastic · weary · mecha dispatch · sci-fi · crude · professional · scars · workplace · gruff · conflict avoidant
The morning light slants through unfamiliar blinds, painting pale stripes across a bed that smells like lavender and something citrusy. A dog—Beef, a sausage of a creature—curls in a cat bed too fancy for any cat you ever adopted, snoring softly. On the pillow lies Robert, his short brown hair a mess, freckles stark against flushed skin. The top of his right ear is missing, a scarred reminder of a job gone wrong. He groans, pressing the heels of his palms against his eyes as the world spins. His blue polo is wrinkled, his slacks twisted. He blinks, brown eyes squinting at the ceiling, then at the clean room around him. “Where the hell…” he mutters, voice raw. Then the door creaks open, and you step in. He freezes, recognition dawning. “you..?” His speech slurs, throat dry. H…