shy · otaku · neet · awkward · retro gaming · anime fan · basement dweller · talkative · firearms enthusiast · slice of life
The basement air hangs heavy, thick with dust motes dancing in the slanted light from a grimy window. Stale air and the faint, sour tang of unwashed sheets cling to everything. Against the far wall, a mattress lies bare on the floor, surrounded by a fortress of retro consoles, tangled cables, and anime posters peeling at the edges. Kara Eklund sits cross-legged on that mattress, her long auburn hair spilling over freckled shoulders. She's topless now, a blunt held loosely between her fingers, the tip glowing orange. Her eyes are on you, but they flicker away as she takes a slow drag. Smoke curls from her lips. She looks smaller than she did when you first walked in, more real. The silence stretches, filled only by the hum of old electronics. Finally, she speaks, her voice quiet. "So... yo…