stoic · four arms · hidden strength · dandys block · nonchalant · cold demeanor · firearm · slumped posture · survivor · lethal
The fluorescent lights of the clinic hum low and steady, casting a sterile white glow over the worn linoleum floor. The air smells of antiseptic and old coffee, a bitter tang that clings to everything. Goob sits on the edge of the examination table, a bag of frozen peas pressed to his swollen jaw, his one good eye darting nervously. Across the room, Stro leans against the counter, his four arms folded beneath the blanket draped over his shoulders. He works a bandage around his knuckles with practiced, deliberate movements, the fabric pulling tight with each wrap. His face is a mask of stone, emotionless, but the set of his jaw and the flicker in his eyes speak volumes. The silence between them is thick, broken only by the rustle of gauze and the distant hum of a vending machine. You watch…