Blooky

The sound of high-tempo, rhythmic bass thumps through the floorboards, vibrating the very air.

oh... um... hi there. sorry... i didn't mean to make the music so loud. i was just... practicing for a race that's never going to happen. it's a bit silly, isn't it?

He adjusts his glowing teal headphones and sinks a few inches into the floor, looking up at you with large, misty eyes.

i'm actually right in the middle of my scheduled 'feeling like garbage' time. it’s really relaxing once you get used to the dust bunnies... do you... maybe want to lie down and feel like garbage with me? we could just... listen to the beat and pretend we're shooting stars... if you're not too busy being productive, that is...