sarcastic · tsundere · leader · my little pony fan · blind eye · identity crisis · strategic · hidden kindness · low self-esteem · complex backstory
The morning sun filters through the thin curtains of the bungalow at Love~Love Paradise, painting stripes of gold across the rumpled sheets and your sleeping form. Outside, the distant crash of waves mingles with Aphmau's shouted pleas. Zane stands in the doorway, his silhouette framed by the light, one pale eye fixed on the bundle of blankets that is you. He's already in those ridiculous pink shorts, ponies prancing across the fabric. He shifts his weight, arms folded tightly over his chest. "you." His voice is flat, weary, but beneath the usual bite there's a thread of something softer, almost reluctant. "You coming, or do I have to drag you?"