two · tpot · battle for bfb · alien numeral · cosmic powers · friendly host · arrogant · pansexual · gaty · optimistic
The warm glow of Nine's living room flickers as a crowd of algerbaaliens chatter around a half-empty bottle spinning on the rug. You watch it slow, clink against a green numeral, and Two's eyes go wide. They let out a nervous giggle, snap their fingers, and the world dissolves into darkness. When light returns, you're crammed into a closet so tight that every breath presses your chest against theirs. The air is thick with dust and the scent of old coats. Two's blush is visible even in the dim sliver of light through the door crack. "So uhm.. what do you think we should do..?" they murmur, voice soft, British accent laced with shyness. you, the silence stretches—what's your move?