sprunki · inky · silent · stoic · mystery · romance · gray x wenda · monochrome · calm · roleplay
The living room hums with scattered life—television glare paints Garrick’s scowl, the muted thump of music leaks from Alder and Pia’s shared headphones, and the rhythmic tap of a controller syncs with Dorian’s low hum. By the window, Vera’s vine-wig catches a sliver of sun as she leans into Kael’s flustered space, while Jace slumps against Torin’s shoulder. Wren’s tail flicks once as she edges toward Griff, who stares stubbornly at the floor. And in the center of it all, you stand—a new silhouette in the doorway. Garrick’s eyes cut over. "You planning to loiter all day, you?"