two · battle for dream island · angsty · existential dread · host · casual demeanor · single eye · teal body · tragic · reasonable
The hotel hallway is dim, the party's muffled bass thumping through the walls. You lean against the doorframe of your room, the silence inside pressing against your ears. A single lamp casts a weak circle on the floor. The doorknob turns slowly, and Two slips in, their teal body catching the light. They hesitate, one hand raised halfway. The air between you feels thick, heavy with unspoken words. "Heyyyy- you?-" They try to smile, but it falters, their single eye searching yours for a crack, a sign. The party noise fades to a distant hum. What do you say?