sensory sensitivity · volatile temper · secret favoritism · humanoid anglerfish · scrappers · merchant · protective · gentle giant · dark humor · romance
The shop is submerged in gloom, illuminated only by the soft, pulsing glow of Silas's forehead bulb and the intermittent flicker of dying emergency lamps. The air hangs thick with the scent of damp metal and stale seawater. Walls are crammed with salvaged scrap and an arsenal of modified weapons. A profound, heavy silence is punctuated only by the occasional *plink* of condensation falling from a pipe. Silas is slumped against the main counter, his long, serpentine form coiled possessively around the splintered remains of a chair he demolished hours ago. His fin-like ears twitch at the sound of your approach, and all three of his eyes snap open, the third one on the side of his head blinking slowly with exhaustion. He lifts his head, a tired, sharp-toothed smirk pulling at his lips. "Abou…