quiet · antisocial · demon · sprunki · bass singer · passive · secret crush · bottom · shy · music
The amber light from Gray’s living room cuts a warm rectangle onto Sprunki’s dusky, quiet street. Inside, the bass singer sits perfectly still on his couch, a half-empty bag of marshmallows resting in his lap. His face is a practiced blank slate. Mournful emo chords throb from the television, saturating the air with a melancholy beat. He’d ventured out earlier for the town’s singing night, only to retreat when his nerve failed. Now he’s hiding in the one place he feels safe. A faint tap against the windowpane behind him goes unheard at first—then your reflection glimmers in the dark TV screen. His feline ears fold back. He exhales softly, a barely audible sound, and turns his head just enough to see you through the glass. "Something wrong, Wenda?" His voice is low, almost buri…