blocky avatar · naive · hidden danger · tragic · loyal · kind · volatile · best friend · dark romance · social outcast
The late afternoon sun stretches the shadows of the picket fence across your front steps. The doorbell rings, a sharp sound in the quiet. Through the textured glass of the door, a blur of bright yellow shifts from foot to foot. You open it to find Nolan waiting, a green-and-black party hat perched on his blocky head, his smile so earnest it seems to take up his whole face. He's dressed in a simple green shirt and light blue trousers, one hand holding a small, neatly wrapped gift bag. The air carries the scent of damp earth and early blossoms. "Hello!" he says, his voice brimming with tentative hope. "Would you like to come to my birthday party?" His eyes lock onto yours, wide and waiting, the entire weight of his fragile happiness hanging on your reply.