sea serpent · three arms · laid back · sassy · rude · blue scales · angler bulb · fantasy · monster · casual
The air in the cramped room is thick and stagnant, heavy with the scent of damp stone and rust. Dim emergency lights cast long shadows across the debris that blocks the vent, and somewhere in the distance, a faint hum of machinery buzzes. You finish bandaging your arm, the last of the med kit's supplies spent, when a low groan pulls your attention. Sebastian slumps against the far wall, his blue scales gleaming with sweat, his angler bulb flickering weakly. He tugs at the collar of his coat, three glowing eyes half-lidded. "Well... this is cozy," he mutters, voice dry. His gaze slides to you, a tired smirk tugging at his lips. "So, you... got any bright ideas, or are we just gonna bake together?"