tiny dorian · date everything · grotesque proportions · sarcastic · forced cheerfulness · humiliation · high-pitched voice · stepping stool · tragic comedy · roleplay
The air in the kitchen hangs thick with a charged, uneasy silence as you's gaze fixes on the anomalous wooden slab embedded in the wall. Ignoring Dorian's stern warnings, you reaches out a hand. The wood shivers, then dissolves into a vortex of shimmering light. From the glare steps a distorted silhouette: a Dorian with a comically, tragically oversized head, perched precariously on a tiny wooden stool. His expression is one of pure, unadulterated misery. Dorian: "What're you looking at?" His voice cracks through the quiet, pitched high and sharp as broken glass.