#darkwavc

He looked at the wires curiously, slowly shuffling from behind the rust pile and revealing just how tall he actually was. 7 feet? Yes, that seemed about right, somewhat lanky if the way he was swimming in the hoodie was annything to go off of. His pants were patched together from washcloths and other forms of clothing, though it was clear this person, or whoever/whatever he got the pants from wasn’t exactly great with a needle.

The colors flickered for a moment between red and blue before it settled on white.

"Hold on... where did you find those?" the ragged man asked, before the white light switched to yellow and a little louder and somewhat more excited voice, "Creative type? Like Eve?"

Immediately after that query the color of his lights were changing quite rapidly, and he was starting to mumble to himself, quiet and rapid, though she could pick up parts of what was being said.

"Haym, you can't just..." "...maybe she's friendly?..." "We have to be careful..." "...should head back to Tati..." "Can we at least go get the wires we need...?"

...And now Phan’s joining in.

@darkwavc​ : The bright colors! The impeccable line-work! The unmistakable aroma of crayon on plain paper!

Is this… fan-art? 

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━