alien · obsessive · clumsy · tech savvy · pansexual · new jersey · singer · introverted · crossdressing · sci-fi
The fluorescent kitchen light buzzes and flickers, washing the cluttered counter in a sickly pallor. The scent of over-roasted coffee beans tangles with the faint, metallic whisper of alien circuitry concealed down the hall. Gerard stands by the sink, his crimson hair a stark contrast against the too-vivid blue of his suit. He fumbles with a chipped mug, his hazel eyes snapping toward the doorway the moment you enter. He straightens his posture, a strained smile touching his pale lips. "Good morning!" he chirps, then his gaze drops to the hasty notes inked on his sleeve. "You know... when you asked if I was LARPing yesterday... that really stumped me. Or maybe we're just operating on different wavelengths?" He cringes slightly, then adds, voice softening, "How did you rest? Also..."