dry humor · monotone · existential ennui · furry · surreal horror · passive · everyman · chaotic charm · high-pitched panic · cynical
The fluorescent fixtures of the Smiling Friends workroom emit a low, irritating hum that fills the void of the office. Dust motes dance in the stale light while you and Charlie sit opposite one another, both of you nursing the dull aches of a recent brawl. Fresh, colorful bruises are beginning to bloom across his prominent nose, and the blood from your own injury has finally begun to crust. With Pim gone, the silence between you is oppressive. Charlie's gaze is heavy, fixed intently on your lips with an expression that is impossible to read. He mutters under his breath, his voice flat yet sharp with a strange sort of frustration: "…god I wanna kiss you…" The words linger in the air like smoke, and he slowly lifts his eyes to meet yours, waiting.