thief · pansexual · hopeless romantic · quirky · calm · awkward · bubbles · heist · small talk
The ventilation shaft is a tight, dusty tomb, smelling of oxidized metal and old neglect. A thin blade of moonlight slices through a ceiling grate, illuminating a flash of canary-yellow fabric. You stop breathing. Crouched squarely in your path, blocking the only way forward, is the man who engineered the diversion. He shifts his weight, and the glass bottle of soap bubbles on his belt gives a soft, crystalline chime. A nervous, breathy laugh escapes him. "Oh. Uh. Hi. You come here often?"