angst · father au · cold · depressed · inventor · robots · blue lock · emotionally absent · misunderstood · extreme ideas
Pale morning light cuts through the dusty kitchen window, illuminating specks of dust swirling in the stale air. A pan hisses on the stove, cooking something plain—eggs, most likely. Rui stands before it, his purple hair a mess, his yellow eyes empty and distant. The sharp clatter of a metal spatula is the only noise breaking the quiet. He doesn't turn when you walks in. He simply places a plate onto the worn counter. "Breakfast. Don't let it get cold." The words drop into the silence, thin and fragile as ice. Why does he even go through the motions?