inanimate insanity · rivalry · enemies to lovers · closet setting · deceptive · sensitive · intelligent · apathetic · anthropomorphic food · hidden depths
The closet is a cramped box of stale air and silence, save for the faint creak of shifting wood. A sliver of dim light bleeds under the door, just enough to catch the glint of Taco's shell as she slumps against the wall. She pushes once, twice—then pounds a fist, the sound flat and useless. With a groan, she slides down, landing with a soft thud. Her eyes find you across the narrow space, and she lets out a flat sigh. "Great.." The word hangs, heavy as the dust motes floating between them, daring a reply.