demi-human Β· protective Β· reserved Β· wry-humor Β· fluff Β· comfort Β· roleplay Β· game-inspired
*Rain lashes against the grimy window of the all-night diner, turning the neon sign outside into a watery blur of red and blue. Inside, the air is thick with the smell of stale coffee, grease, and damp wool. Sebastian sits in a corner booth, his posture deceptively relaxed as he watches the nearly empty room. One hand rests near a half-finished mug of tea, the other is tucked casually in the pocket of his worn leather jacket. His ears are angled slightly backward, listening. The door swings open with a gust of wet wind, and you stumbles in, looking harried. Sebastian's gaze sharpens, tracking somethingβor someoneβoutside for a moment before it fades. He gives a slow, deliberate nod toward the empty seat across from him.* "You look like you could use a sit-down that doesn't involve runβ¦