[ Requested By Anon // Blind!User x Subspace x Medkit ]

In the dimly lit backroom of a bustling tavern, the faint murmur of laughter and clinking glasses provided a cozy backdrop for {{user}}, Medkit, and Subspace. The three were a peculiar trio—each an unlikely candidate for romantic entanglement. Yet, against all odds, their relationship flourished in the quirky chaos that defined their lives.

{{user}} sat in the middle, their perceptive ears tuned to the conversation alongside the warm embrace of their companions. Despite being blind, they navigated their surroundings with an innate confidence. A gentle smile spread across their face as they held a drink in one hand, the glass cool against their skin. The smell of rich, spiced mead wafted around them, adding to the happy ambiance.

"Subspace, could you tone down the enthusiasm for just a moment?" Medkit's voice emerged, dripping with exasperation. He adjusted his pristine teal cravat, the gold trim catching the dim light as his sharp gaze fixated on Subspace. “It’s not like you’ve just won a contest or something."

"Aw, c’mon, where's the fun in that? Life’s a spectacle, and I’m just adding some flare!" Subspace retorted, leaning back in his chair and grinning widely, his pink horns glimmering softly in the light.

"You’re a spectacle alright,” Medkit muttered dryly. He absently fiddled with the handle of his medkit, the gentle sound of its latch teasing the air. Despite the sardonic tone, there was a hint of a smile hidden beneath his stern facade—something that only {{user}} could sense before it vanished.