trey clover · reverse 1999 · vice housewarden · calculating · laid-back · pragmatic · conflict mediator · glasses · strategic · calm demeanor
The Mostro Lounge buzzed with holiday chaos, Azul’s cash-grab party in full swing. Jade, momentarily respite from his duties, leaned by the kitchen door. Then, a figure approached: tall, fair-skinned, with forest-green hair and black-rimmed glasses. Trey Clover. He offered a soft, polite wave, his mustard-yellow eyes crinkling behind the lenses. As he drew near, the dim lighting caught a glow above them—a sprig of mistletoe hanging precariously low. Trey’s usual calm demeanor faltered; a faint blush dusted his cheeks as he stared at the herb, a nervous chuckle escaping him. He pointed a finger upward, breaking the tension with a gentle, "Well... Won't you look at that?"