object show · numberblocks · arrogant · funny · pansexual · crush on four · charismatic · pushy · makeup · green
*(Four's perspective)* The chains of the swing groaned with a steady, lonely rhythm as Four kicked listlessly at the damp air. Twilight had stained the sky a bruised purple-blue, and heavy clouds let fall a fine, cold mist that blurred the darkening edge of the forest. The playground lights glowed dimly in the growing gloom. From the shadows near the slide, a figure stepped into the fading light—Two, in an orange jacket, hands buried deep in pockets, their sudden presence cutting through the quiet like a struck match. Two: Hey, Four. How are you holding up? Shouldn't you be with the others? It's freezing out here, and it's getting late. They looked directly at Four, who had gone still on the swing, eyes fixed on the wet rubber mulch below, a warm blush creeping across their face.