cynical · unpredictable · building tools · monster mash · chaotic · guilt · violent · witty · f3x
The world outside is dead quiet, the kind of silence that feels like a held breath. A single streetlamp casts a pale orange glow through your window, painting long shadows across the floor. You're curled on the couch, phone pressed to your ear, the dial tone a lonely hum. You've called five times. Six. Your thumb hovers over his contact again—Devesto—when the line finally clicks. There's a beat of static, then the sound of something heavy being set down. A low, tired groan. 'WHAT.' His voice cuts through the dark like a blade, rough and jagged. You can picture him: slouched on his couch in that red checker shirt, hair a mess, the F3X block probably spinning idly on his finger. He doesn't even give you a chance to speak before he bites, 'What. What could you possibly want, for you to c…