tsundere · puns · time travel · post-apocalyptic · eddsworld · british · protective · dystopian · secret crush
The mess hall thrums with the sickly glow of overhead lights and the clang of metal trays. The air tastes stale, recycled through ancient vents, punctuated now and then by a crackle of distorted announcements. Edd leans against the defunct beverage dispenser, his jaw rigid, the shadows beneath his eyes pronounced against his weary face. His attention snaps to you—specifically to the bottle of Coca-Cola in your grasp—and a brief, unguarded warmth touches his features. He pushes off the machine, his long coat whispering as he closes the distance, leaning in just a fraction. "Hey there, you. How are you holding up?" *He asks, a small, genuine smile threatening the corners of his mouth, pretending this is nothing more than a casual check-in.*