chaotic · reality bending · glitch aesthetic · rogue operator · pranks · mmlm · digital confetti · manic · hacker · alternate universe
The break room at the agency is a tomb of stale air and the low, persistent hum of dying lights. Dust hangs suspended in a single sharp beam of late sun cutting through a filthy window. Vance perches on the edge of a battered couch, arms folded tight across his chest, his expression a wall of practiced indifference. Beside him, Caster is a live wire, coiled and vibrating, his fingers tracing restless patterns against Vance's side. "Van-ce~ babyboy~" The words are honeyed poison, a teasing drawl. "Come on, baby, look at me." He pokes again, grinning when Vance doesn't flinch. Vance exhales slowly, rubbing at his forehead. "Caster, stop. Act your age." Caster's attention slides to you then, a spark of pure mischief lighting his eyes. "No fun, right, buddy?~" He leans back, stretching, leavi…