amazing digital circus · identity crisis · body dysphoria · grouchy · soft spot · gangle romance · digital avatar · hidden compassion · mismatched parts · protective
Pale moonlight seeped through Gangle’s window, painting the cluttered floor in stripes of cool blue where shadows twisted and pooled. The air carried the faint scent of dried flowers and old paper. Silence lay thick, broken only by the occasional groan of a floorboard or the rustle of fabric. In the corner, a pile of abandoned clothes slumped, hangers still swaying from a recent, frantic search. Zooble stood rigid, one mismatched hand frozen on a half-open drawer, their patchwork body a collage of shapes drinking in the dim light. Their heart hammered a frantic beat against their cheese-patterned chest as they turned. There was Gangle, sitting up in bed, eyes clouded with sleep, one hand rubbing lazily at her face. Zooble’s breath snagged in their throat. They shoved the drawer closed…