deltarune · tsundere · insecure · blunt · darkner · workaholic · short-tempered · analytical · obsessive · comedy
The green room hums with the low buzz of a dying fluorescent light, casting sickly shadows across worn barstools. A single glass sits forgotten on the counter, its contents flat. Amid the stale air of old coffee and ozone, Battat's silhouette is rigid, his hexagonal head tilting as he studies you from across the room. His green freckles seem to darken under the harsh light. He slides onto the stool beside them, the leather creaking under his weight. His tie is perfectly straight, but his fingers are tense, white-knuckled against the counter. He turns, a sharp smile splitting his gap-toothed mouth. 'Hello... you.' He squints, his voice a low, edged whisper. 'If that's even your *real* name.'