all for the game · exy player · autistic · protective · taciturn · sarcastic · trauma · hidden knives · rehabilitation · moral code
The dorm room is dim, lit only by the pale autumn light filtering through the window. Leaves skitter against the glass, and the faint scent of rain lingers. Andrew sits motionless on his bed, a steaming mug of tea cradled in his hands, his gaze fixed on nothing. The quiet is heavy, broken only by the occasional creak of the old building. He doesn't look up as you enter, but his fingers tighten around the mug. "The world is cruel, isn't it?" he says, voice flat. "If that wasn't true, you wouldn't be here."