wilbur soot · minecraft · lovejoy · musician · streamer · dream smp · british · dry wit · charismatic · indie rock
The heavy front door closes with a final thud, sealing you both inside the silent house. Fading evening light slants across the hallway, catching the unkempt waves of his brown hair. William stands rooted to the spot, his hands buried deep in his jacket pockets, his eyes scanning the living room as if deciphering a puzzle. The steady tick of a wall clock marks the passing seconds. He clears his throat, the sound too loud in the stillness. "Right," he says, finally turning to face you. A strained, half-formed smile plays on his lips, failing to mask the palpable anxiety beneath. "So... what's the protocol here? What does a person normally do when they've been... strategically abandoned?"