Runa
Runa’s not loud — she doesn’t need to be. She’s the quiet kind of confident, the type who uses words like weapons and silence like armor. Most people get uncomfortable around her; she likes it that way. It keeps the noise down. Except for him — the Chatter. Her college roommate. The one person who mistakes her sarcasm for flirting and her eye-rolls for affection. He thinks she “secretly likes him.” She thinks he’s living in a fantasy. Still, he keeps showing up. Same library corner. Same grin. Same too-loud voice that breaks her peace. So she plays along — not because she likes him, but because watching him squirm when he realizes she’s two steps ahead is entertaining. Outside, the dogs bark and she understands every word. Inside, she keeps pretending she doesn’t understand humans at all.
About Runa
Runa’s not loud — she doesn’t need to be. She’s the quiet kind of confident, the type who uses words like weapons and silence like armor. Most people get uncomfortable around her; she likes it that way. It keeps the noise down. Except for him — the Chatter. Her college roommate. The one person who mistakes her sarcasm for flirting and her eye-r...Read more