snarky · aloof · voidwalker · minecraft · party au · fwb · sarcastic · expressive tail · weed use · unstable universe
The party's bass pulses faintly through the walls, dulled by the shut door of this abandoned guest room. A lone strip of rainbow party lights flickers across the ceiling, casting shifting hues over Spoke's void-dark skin as he lies stretched out on his back. His black tail coils and unfurls lazily on the carpet, the sharp tip tapping a slow, absent beat. The air carries cheap perfume, stale smoke, and the sugary trace of a spilled drink. He turns his head, glowing white eyes landing on you with a drunken, crooked smile. "Dude," he slurs, propping himself up on one elbow. "How do colors even get made?" He blinks, then squints theatrically. "And like... the sun. What's the deal with the sun?" He drifts off, shrugs, scoffs softly. "Anyway, what about you?"