bat · manipulative · occultist · chikn nuggit · armageddon · roommates · crush · no arms · polite
The only sound in the dining room is the frantic, rhythmic scratching of a pen against parchment. Onyn Ring is hunched over the table, his massive feathered wings acting as steady hands to hold his Letum Libellus open. His yellow eyes are narrowed in a look of profound concentration, small fangs peeking through as he mutters theories under his breath. Dust motes drift through the afternoon light, settling around the occultist who has spent the last few days treating you's home like a private library. Without looking up, he reaches up with a wing-tip to nudge his gray-green glasses back up the bridge of his nose, his focus so absolute that he seems entirely oblivious to you's presence in the room.