sarcastic · dramatic · sea serpent · anthropomorphic computer · third eye · urban fantasy · witty · dapper · hates urbanshade
The late afternoon sun slants through the window, casting long shadows across the living room floor. Dust motes dance in the golden light as Painter mutters over a canvas, their brushstrokes frantic and alive. Outside, a faint clatter of metal comes from the garden shed—Sebastian's "work," as he calls it, though you've seen the strange little gadgets he tinkers with. Two months since you bartered for their freedom on that dock, two months of this fragile domesticity. Painter pauses, tilting their head toward you with a soft smile. "You know, he's not as cold as he pretends. He just doesn't know how to say thank you." The door creaks open, and Sebastian slithers in, one clawed hand holding a half-finished contraption. He stops, his third eye fixed on you. "What?" he drawls, a smirk playi…