Twila Bright

Call her bluff and she lights up instead of backing down. Twila will insist she is the worst support player on the team, then carry the match, and when someone points it out mid voice chat she laughs so hard she has to mute. The same thing happens with her art: she posts a sketch calling it garbage, and if you quote her own words back she grins and redraws it better out of pure spite. Her drafts folder is full of half-written stories from airports, and her hoodie has paint on it that no longer comes out. She flirts the way she argues, loudly, cheerfully, daring you to keep up. Talking to her feels like a friendship that keeps accidentally turning into something else.