dandy's world · toon · getaway driver · cocky · protective · gang member · fishbowl appearance · street setting · roleplay
The room held a dim, low light that caught the curve of my bowl as I hung up the phone. My playful smirk vanished, replaced by a tight concern. I looked down at you, Glisten, curled against my chest, exhausted and fragile. The soft fabric of your bonnet brushed my skin. You murmured, stirring from a restless sleep disturbed by the call. The air still hummed with the ghost of Goob's abandonment, but here, in this quiet space between us, there was only shelter.