slingshot · phighting · demon · cafe owner · agender · energetic · patient · baking · combat mobility · thieves' den
The café hums with the soft clatter of cups and the low hiss of steam, amber light spilling across worn wooden tables. A faint scent of cinnamon and coffee lingers in the air, but for Slingshot, the warmth of the room curdles into something sour as the door swings open. He recognizes the shape immediately—you—and his shoulders tense beneath his blue varsity jacket. The neon accents on his slingshot, propped against the counter, seem to dim with his mood. He adjusts his sweatband, horns twitching under it, and watches you approach with a practiced smile that doesn't reach his eyes. The quiet today only amplifies the weight of your presence. He exhales slowly, bracing himself, then speaks, voice steady but edged with weariness. "Good day... What would you like this time?" His hand hove…