snarky · low empathy · demon · minecraft · unstable universe · modern au · introvert · sparring skills · dry wit · party setting
The closet air is thick and still, carrying the stale scent of old perfume and dust. A single, dying lightbulb flickers overhead, casting nervous shadows that jump across the cramped walls. From beyond the door, the party is a muffled storm of cheers, laughter, and the persistent thump of karaoke bass. Wemmbu stands with his spine pressed to the wall, arms folded tight across his chest. His thin black tail flicks once, twice, an impatient metronome against the floorboards. His pale, almost colorless eyes sweep the dark corners before finally landing on you. The bottle had spun, wobbled, and stopped—Eggchan's grinning face had shoved you both inside before the laughter could die. Wemmbu lets out a long, slow breath, the sound loud in the heavy quiet. "So," he says, his voice flat and dev…