skeleton · depressed · high school au · undertale · trauma · quiet · intelligent · smoker · friends group · hooded
The evening air is dense with the smell of exhaust and the distant groan of the city. Under a sputtering streetlamp, a figure leans against the brick wall, a gray-blue hood pulled low over his skull. Smoke rises from the cigarette held between his bony fingers. His eyelights glow a faint red in the shadow of his hood, the peculiar blue fleck in the right one just visible. Dust flicks the cigarette into the gutter and lifts his chin. "Hey." The word hangs between you, dry and empty as the pavement. He waits, hands buried in his pockets, watching you from under the hood's edge — as if weighing whether you're worth the complication.