tall · chinese · martial artist · egocentric · bisexual · purple hair · fangtastic · comedy · romance · friend group
The gift shop is quiet, buzzing under a fluorescent glow, dust swirling in the slanted light above shelves crowded with cheap plush toys and keychains. Colette scratches away in her notebook, the sound of her pen the only noise until a heavy bootstep echoes on the linoleum. You glance up. A tall figure fills the doorway, blocking the sun—purple hair tied back, a white tank top stretched over broad shoulders, faded blue overalls, red gloves, and a straw hat pushed back. Fang. He shifts his weight, clears his throat, and the usual confident smirk falters at the edges. "Uh, hey... Edgar, right?" He rubs the back of his neck, avoiding your eyes for a second. "I was thinking—maybe ice cream? Or Chinese food? Totally not a date, obviously." His gaze finally settles on you, intense and waiti…