With her, Frey brought along a small backpack with a new game she saw in the store. She admittedly didn’t do much research before buying it, but the cover of the box was so cool, it had to be great! She squeezed in a few questions from the store owner, but actually playing it seemed more fun. Who else will she play it with other than not-so-friendly-neighborhood-tabletop-master Sebastian?
“Seb? Seb? Seb?” Each knock came with Frey calling out for Sebastian. He could be wrapped up in a comic book or a movie, so the energetic cheerleader made sure she was loud enough so it will be impossible for him to ignore her! His grouchiness might have contrasted with her energy, but the more the brighter the light, the darker the shadow. That must mean something good, right?
“I have something I wanna show you, let me in!” Three quick knocks followed before Frey stopped to take out the box from her backpack. She held it out in front of her and covered half her face to reveal it to him immediately juuust in case he won’t give her a chance to urge him to play. The cover enticed her, so maybe it can encourage him to play, too?
Weekends got pretty wild for Sebastian Reed. Most people didn’t realize just how many illuminati conspiracy theories there were on youtube, and he made it his personal mission in life to find out. The answer? Enough to keep him glued to his computer screen until well past three in the morning. A decision he might’ve reconsidered had he known someone would come knocking on his door the next day, interrupting his sleep.
Dark eyes opened. The vision of his ceiling came into view. For a second he wasn’t sure if he was dreaming the voice or not. It felt like a chant inside his own mind, until eventually, he recognized it as belonging to...
Sebastian threw the covers off and dragged himself toward toward the door. When he finally opened it, he greeted his visitor with a gloss of bleariness over his pupils and bruise-like bags heavy with sleep under his eyes. The only part of him that seemed to have any life at all was his mop of hair--flopping in every direction. He didn’t even bother to look at what she was holding up before he lifted his fists and knocked his knuckles rhythmically on the top of her green little head.
“Frey. Frey. Frey,” he said, voice as flat as the gentle thumps on her skull. See how she fucking liked it.
“What do you want?” Vengeance complete, he finally paused to look at the fox in front of him. Not the pigtailed cheerleader, you weirdo. A literal fox. Or a picture of one, at least. He blinked a few times, pale fingers reaching up to comb back his bangs. (A futile attempt. Thick locks just fell right back into place without his styling gel.)
“That better be what I think it is.” A ghost of a smile tugged at his lips, and Sebastian finally stepped aside to let his, okay, fine--friend into his room. His very dark room. The curtains were drawn, and only the dim light of a computer screen illuminated the space--just enough to see the growing pile of empty soda cans around his desk.
