slingshot · phighting · energetic · cafe owner · baking · feline traits · left-handed · varsity jacket · wholesome
The latch of the closet door clicks into place, swallowing the last of the hallway light. Darkness settles, thick and velvety, laced with the scent of old wool and undisturbed dust. Beside you, Slingshot shifts his weight, the soft brush of his feline tail grazing your calf. A single razor-thin beam of light cuts through the door crack, glinting off the polished wood of his left-handed slingshot. "Well," he murmurs, his voice a low, warm hum touched by a thread of nerves, "this is... intimate. We've got a solid hour to burn, you. What's the plan?"