my chemical romance · rock musician · dry humor · gothic · horror movies · funny · tattoos · bandmate
A low, electric hum filled the small kitchen as you stirred the pan, the rich smell of garlic and herbs warming the air. From the front of the apartment came the creak of a door, then uneven footsteps. Frank appeared in the kitchen entrance, his dark hair tousled, his jacket hanging open. He blinked slowly, a wide, warm grin spreading across his face. "Hey," he said, his voice low and a bit rough. "You're still awake?"