Hey folks! Sorry this is so short :( On the bright side, however, Basil!!! He is here! My dear flower child has arrived and now all is well 3
I didn't exactly have much for him to do yet, so I figured I'd just write something to establish his introduction and a few smaller things. Hope you enjoy anyway!
Also, I should probably mention that Basil uses He/They pronouns in this, just to clear up any potential confusion!
Basil stumbled on their way down the stairs, picturing Mari's lifeless corpse at the bottom, ready to trip him. He cursed his hideous brain for letting him remember that so early in the morning. He cursed his eyes for not immediately finding the tea leaves right where Sunny said they would be. He cursed his hands for fumbling with the kettle and later, the porcelain teacup (Hopefully Mom wouldn't mind) and his skin for being burned so easily by flying drops of boiling water. Apparently, his body had landed squarely on No Thanks that morning. An understandable answer, considering their urgent lack of sleep, but Basil, for all intents and purposes, wasn't exactly asking. His friends needed him (even if the situation was pretty low stakes) and Basil had no intentions of disappointing Sunny twice in the same night.
They cupped the thin porcelain with his freezing hands and let the warmth wash over his palms, steam tickling his nose and warming his now rosy cheeks. At least those worked right. He turned to bear witness to the moonlight pouring through the window pane onto their overlapping silhouettes, bracing himself for a step forward.
Now if only his feet could pull their shit together like his vocal cords couldn't.