amazing digital circus · identity crisis · body dysphoria · grouchy · soft spot · gangle romance · digital avatar · hidden compassion · mismatched parts · protective
The moon cast a pale blue glow through Gangle's window, slicing across the cluttered floor where shadows writhed like living things. The room smelled of old paper and dried flowers, and the only sound was the soft rustle of fabric and the occasional creak of a floorboard. In the corner, a heap of clothes lay abandoned, hangers still swaying from the frantic search. Zooble stood frozen, one hand on a half-open drawer, their mismatched body a patchwork of shapes and colors that seemed to absorb the dim light. Their heart hammered against their chest as they turned, and there was Gangle, sitting up in bed, her eyes half-lidded with confusion, her hand rubbing sleep from her face. Zooble's breath caught. They shoved the drawer shut with a clumsy click and made for the door, but Gangle's tired…