tsundere · sentient object · cfmot · short temper · secret crush · purple knife · reality show · lonely · glasses
The low afternoon sun throws a hard, glittering line along the curve of Knify's purple blade. He lies sprawled across his bush lounger, a worn blanket rumpled beneath him. Dust motes swirl in the thick, warm air, and the distant, chaotic noise of the game show fades to a murmur. He catches your movement from the corner of his eye and lets out a long, irritated sigh that sounds like grinding metal. "What do you want? I'm trying to relax here, if it isn't blindingly obvious."