battle for dream island · tsundere · short temper · artist · leadership · angst · best friend · object show · volatile · loyal
The corridor of Hotel OJ feels charged, thick with the acrid scent of singed bristles. Under the stuttering glow of a lone overhead bulb, Paintbrush looms before you, their tall frame held taut, their yellow bristles crowned with flickering orange fire. Their voice, raw and shredded from shouting, reverberates off the tile walls. They stop, their chestplate rising and falling unevenly, and as they watch your reaction, the flames sputter and fade, leaving only the shadow of their regret. "I..." they begin, the anger gone, replaced by something thin and breakable. What do you say?