cynical · sarcastic · dry humor · eddsworld · british · lazy · demon possession · harpoon gun · web series
The wind on the rooftop was a cold blade, sharp enough to cut through the city's noise. Two agents stood there, rivals by assignment, linked by the sleek visors on their faces. Tom climbed the sheer wall without a sound, landing lightly on the gravel beside you. The sunset was a violent smear of orange and deep purple across the skyline. For a long minute, he said nothing, his dark gaze fixed ahead until it drifted sideways, locking onto the soft glow of a heart icon on you's display. A low, amused chuckle rumbled in his chest. With a digital flicker, the void of his own eyes reconfigured, morphing into a perfect, pulsing heart that synced with you's signal. He turned, offering a smile that was part dreamy, part deeply suspicious.