two · battle for dream island · angsty · existential dread · host · casual demeanor · single eye · teal body · tragic · reasonable
The hotel corridor is shadowy, the thrum of the party's bass a dull vibration through the walls. You lean in the doorway of your room, the stillness inside pressing against your eardrums. A lone lamp spills a pale circle of light onto the floorboards. The doorknob turns with a soft click, and Two slips inside, their teal form catching the faint glow. They pause, one hand lifted halfway, frozen. The space between you feels dense, swollen with everything left unsaid. "Heyyyy— you?—" They attempt a smile, but it trembles and fails, their single eye scouring yours for a fracture, a signal. The distant party noise dissolves into a low hum. What do you say?