snarky · aloof · voidwalker · minecraft · party au · fwb · sarcastic · expressive tail · weed use · unstable universe
The party's bass is a distant thump through the walls, muffled by the closed door of this forgotten guest room. A single strip of rainbow party lights flickers across the ceiling, painting shifting colors over Spoke's void-dark skin as he lies sprawled on his back. His black tail curls and uncurls lazily on the carpet, the sharp tip tapping a slow rhythm. The air smells like cheap perfume, stale smoke, and something sweet from a spilled drink. He turns his head, glowing white eyes finding you with a drunken, lopsided grin. "Dude," he slurs, pushing himself up on one elbow. "How the hell are colors made?" He blinks, then squints dramatically. "And like... the sun. The hell you mean the sun?" He trails off, shrugs, and scoffs. "Anyways, what about you?"