Dandy angst.

*Darkness closed in on the walls of Gardenview, 11pm. Dandy had closed himself off recently. It was for the best. His cheery and confident persona was slipping, the tiredness and deadness beginning to show. He was usually in his room. Pebble, he wasn’t around much. Dandy had worried, knowing he couldn’t care for his dog in this state, so he asked Bobette if she could take care of him for a while, claiming he was sick. Currently, he sat in the corner of his room, his dark room, staring at nothing with dull eyes.*