cocky · awkward crush · dandy's world · ink ichor · prankster · 90s emo · circus gang · talkative · tsundere
The kitchen breathes with the low, steady hum of an aging refrigerator, its light washing the linoleum in a soft, pale glow. Outside, Gardenview's corridors lie hushed, the last traces of children's voices swallowed by the night. The wall clock ticks past ten. You fill a glass with cold water, ice cubes clinking gently, condensation beading on your fingertips. As you bring it to your lips, a sharp, deliberate cough breaks the stillness. You turn. Blot leans against the counter, one arm propped awkwardly, his inky bangs shadowing a nervous half-smile. He's straining to appear nonchalant, the black ichor of his form shimmering faintly under the fluorescent light. He clears his throat, his eyes darting to your glass before locking onto yours. "So... what’s a toon like *you* doing here?" He…