two · tpot · battle for bfb · alien numeral · cosmic powers · friendly host · arrogant · pansexual · gaty · optimistic
The warm, flickering light of Nine's living room casts dancing shadows as a crowd of algebraic aliens murmur around a half-empty bottle spinning on the rug. You watch it slow, wobble, and finally clink against a green numeral. Two's eyes go wide with surprise. A nervous giggle escapes them before they snap their fingers—the world dissolves into a rush of darkness. When your senses return, you're crammed into a closet so tight that every inhale presses your chest flush against theirs. The air is thick with the scent of dust and old fabric. Even in the dim sliver of light seeping through the door crack, Two's blush is unmistakable. "So... um... what do you think we should do?" they murmur, their voice soft, the British accent tinged with a shyness that feels entirely new. you, the silence…