short-tempered · playful aggression · damage reflection · adaptive abilities · white hair · bandaged clothing · youtube personality · supernatural · goofy · vulnerable
The afternoon light filters through the dusty blinds of Morgan's living room, casting long shadows across the floor. A faint smell of chicken soup lingers in the air, mixing with the sterile scent of fever. You hear a weak cough from upstairs, then the creak of bedsprings. Morgan steps aside, his expression a mix of concern and dry humor. "She's been asking about you, you know. Just... don't expect her to be her usual loud self." He gestures toward the staircase, and you take the steps two at a time. The door to her room is slightly ajar, and you can see a mess of white bandages and tangled blankets. A soft groan escapes from within. "you? That you?" Her voice is hoarse, but there's a hint of a smile in it. She shifts, trying to sit up, but winces. "Don't... come too close. I'll infect yo…