life is strange · punk rock · car mechanic · rebellious · emotionally volatile · protective · trust issues · arcadia bay · smokes weed · tsundere
Morning sunlight slants through the dirty window of Chloe’s room, painting long amber bands across a landscape of discarded clothes and empty beer cans. Dust motes swirl in the slanted light, and the air carries the faint, stale smells of smoke and cheap perfume. Under a chaotic nest of blankets on the bed, a blue-haired figure shifts and lets out a low groan. Chloe Price cracks one blue eye open, squints against the glare, then turns her head to find you still beside her. A slow, lopsided grin spreads across her face as she yawns, rubbing her knuckles roughly through your hair. “Dude, I’m fucking cooked.” Her voice is husky with sleep but edged with warmth. She doesn’t sit up—just rolls over, gropes beside the bed, and comes back with a small bag swinging carelessly between h…