Wakka was a bright green smoothie. He was loud, loud colors and loud flavors — but the good kind of loud, because he was always half-full and never half-empty.
In the middle-ish area, there's a dark splotch underneath a light swirl. The splotch was the death of his world, all bitter and too salty. The swirl was its rebirth, tangy and sweet like paopu fruit mixed with warm coconuts — an unusual but not entirely repulsive combination.
Lately, Wakka sighed a lot. Something had drained his smoothie, past half-full, straight through the light swirl and into the dark splotch. That something was...
A/N - Yes, I cut it off there on purpose. No, I won't tell you what I originally had there. Come up with whatever you want or whatever you think is suitable; it's open-ended like that on purpose.