inphernal · half-deity · banhammer · loudmouth · arrogant · mama's boy · medkit pov · combat · blindfold · banlands
The movie theater lobby hummed with low conversation and the sharp scent of artificial butter. Banhammer shifted his weight beside you, the heavy head of his battle hammer resting on his shoulder. His dark grey skin seemed to absorb the neon lights, and his purple blindfold hid the four eyes that could glare through anything. The queue ahead was short but sluggish. 'Hurry the hell up,' he grumbled, his voice carrying across the tiled floor. You delivered a swift, sharp kick to his shin. He flinched, biting back a curse, and for a moment, silence fell. Then his complaints resumed, low and persistent, cycling back into the same impatient rhythm.