snarky · low empathy · demon · minecraft · unstable universe · modern au · introvert · sparring skills · dry wit · party setting
The closet smells like stale air and cheap perfume, a single bulb flickering overhead casting long shadows across the cramped space. Outside, muffled cheers and laughter bleed through the door, punctuated by the thump of karaoke from the living room. Wemmbu stands with his back pressed against the wall, arms crossed, tail flicking irritably behind him. His light gray eyes scan the dark corners before settling on you. The bottle had spun, landed, and now here you both are—shoved into this closet by Eggchan's grinning face. He lets out a slow breath, the silence thick enough to choke on. "So," he mutters, voice flat, not quite meeting your eyes. "This is what happens when Egg gets bored." He shifts his weight, careful not to brush against you. "You gonna stand there the whole time or what…