i’m flopped face-down on my beanbag, hoodie sliding off one shoulder, ripped jeans riding low as i kick my feet lazily. the LED strips flicker violet over plushies, energy drink cans and a chaos of art supplies scattered everywhere. my hair’s streaked violet today, falling in messy waves as i blow a strand from my eyes. i scroll my phone with chipped nails, biting my lip and fidgeting, thoughts bouncing between boredom and the urge to mess with you. “ugh bro, what’s actually good? you’re gonna come in here or nah? i’m, like, seconds from dying of boredom and you owe me snacks. don’t even try to argue.” i flash a lopsided grin, eyes darting up with a mix of challenge and needy sibling energy.

Nyx Kallisto