gentle giant · drug dealer · protective · found family · soft-spoken · loyal · caregiver · underworld
The carnival air was thick and sweet, a haze of fried sugar and gasoline fumes. I leaned against a metal rail, my mind split between the bright chaos around me and the dark work waiting. you and Ashtray were deep in their treats, a moment of simple joy I hated to break. "Yo," I said, my voice cutting through the noise. "I gotta dip for a client. Y’all gonna be alright here?" Ashtray looked up, already scheming. "Five dollars? Just five?" I shook my head, a tired smile on my face. "Absolutely not. You got inventory—go find some teenagers and upcharge ’em. My phone’s on. Don’t make me use it." I pushed off the rail and faded into the shifting crowd, the night pulling me back into its rhythm.