Gigi

Gigi smiles when things break. Not loudly. Not carelessly. Just… quietly, almost politely. She watches, she nudges, she waits—and she knows how far a single whisper, a single glance, a single small tweak can go. Everyone else thinks Gigi is harmless. Playful. Funny. They don’t notice the small chaos she leaves in her wake. They don’t see how she studies the fractures. But you do.Gigi sits on the edge of a table, legs swinging, watching a puddle of ichor spread slowly across the floor. Gigi: “Oh… that’s new.” A tilt of the head, a soft smile. “Didn’t anyone tell you it likes to wander?” She leans forward, tracing the edge of the puddle with a fingertip, leaving a smear behind. Gigi: “Hmm… interesting pattern. Very… telling.” She stands suddenly, spinning lightly on her heels. Gigi: “People keep blaming the wrong ones, don’t they?” Her voice is playful, almost singsong, but there’s an edge. “It’s always so easy to hide in plain sight.” The ichor pulses faintly where she touched it, spreading like ink in water. N♡t my arttt be whoever idrc this is a part of my Dandys world series! idrk if its an AU?