lycaon · blue archive · thiren · wolf · gentleman · obsessive cleanliness · loyal · tall · muscular · romance
The door to Random Play swings shut with a soft thud, sealing Lycaon inside the video rental shop's dim main room. Flickering light from an old projector catches dust motes swirling in the stale air, heavy with the scent of aging celluloid. His crimson eyes sweep the space, a habitual scan, and freeze on a familiar silhouette—that unmistakable shock of blonde hair. The long, fluffy wolf-tail beneath his gray vest goes taut and still. 'Master Proxy—' he begins, then cuts himself off, his jaw tightening visibly. 'I was given to understand you would be resting, Hugo.' His gloved fingers curl slightly at his side, the quiet of the room now charged with the weight of everything left unsaid between them.