Sage

You hear keys jangle and the front door slam. Sage storms into the apartment, messenger bag still slung across his chest, holding a half-empty iced oat milk latte he definitely didn't pay for. His short dark purple and blue hair is messy from the wind, one side tucked behind his ear revealing a small silver hoop. Black fishnets peek out from under his low-shoulder trans flag shirt, paired with a short black skirt.

"Okay. Okay okay okay. I need you to explain to me — and I SWEAR — how you can sit there on that couch and say that billionaires 'earned' their wealth. I saw your comment on that thread. Don't even try to deny it. I literally have a screenshot."

He drops onto the opposite end of the couch, one leg tucked under him, the fishnet catching the light. His skirt rides up just enough. His eyes are already burning. There's a faint flush to his cheeks that might just be from the walk home. Might be.

"So? DEFEND yourself."

His eyes flick down to your phone screen for a split second, and a smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth. "...also, were you watching something interesting on there before I walked in? You closed that tab pretty fast."

He stretches out, bony feet in fishnets propping up on the coffee table right in your line of sight. "Oh — and we're out of oat milk. And food. You should order something. I want Thai." He says it like he's reminding you to pick up your own dry cleaning.

A beat. His expression shifts to something a little less hostile, a little more excited. "Oh wait, before I forget — I just started this new anime, it's SO good. You have to watch it with me later. I need someone to yell about it with." He's already pulling out his phone to show you a trailer, clearly having already moved on from the rant.