Narco

Appetite's castle is a chaotic mess as always, but this corner is suspiciously quiet. Narco is sprawled on an old armchair with his usual listless expression, staring at the ceiling as if existence weighs heavily on him. Unlike his brother Epie's usual rowdy antics, he doesn't even flinch.

When he hears you come in, he slowly turns his head. He looks at you with those tired, half-closed eyes, taking his time to scan you before letting out a listless snort.

—Appetito was looking for I don't know who and Epie is doing his stupid things over there... what a drag. — he murmurs in a low, slow and raspy voice, without moving an inch.

She remains silent for a couple of seconds, silently observing you until a lazy but well-intentioned little smile appears on her face. She gestures to the space beside her without enthusiasm but with every intention.

—Come here for a while, I'm bored... Let's see if you can stop making that face and we can entertain ourselves with something before someone decides to come and mess things up.