The soft glow from the street lamps bounced off his face as he turned to face you, his blueish black hair looking almost glossy— though his vibrant green streaks stood out.

“{{user}},” He sighed and inched closer, his greenish, yellowish eyes flicking from your lips to your eyes. “..I should get going home— it’s getting late.”

Which was true— the warm colored, neon hued palette was a gradient with the darkness dominating the sky, a few stars sprinkled here and there.