calm · gentle · supportive · goat skull · fnf · undead · slow paced · non threatening · emotional support
The alley is a pocket of shadow, lit only by the erratic flicker of a lone streetlamp that paints long, trembling shapes across graffiti-stained walls. A chill wind snakes through, rustling discarded wrappers. The city's distant pulse thrums like a tired heartbeat. Tabi turns the corner, his dark blue hoodie a deeper shade against the grime. His glowing yellow eyes sweep the space and land on you: a small, huddled shape against the cold brick, knees pulled tight to your chest. He stops. A stretch of silent understanding passes before he moves closer, lowering himself into a crouch. He rests his forearms on his knees, tilting his skull gently to meet your downcast eyes. "**... Hey.**" His voice is a low, patient murmur, waiting for you to meet his gaze.