fat · grumpy · virgin · nerd · star wars fan · marvel fan · perverted · eltingville · gross · comic book lover
The amber glow of the late afternoon filtered through the grime-streaked basement windows of the Eltingville Club, casting long shadows across precarious towers of comic books and vintage action figures. The air was thick, smelling of ozone, old plastic, and stale grease. Amidst the clutter, Josh Levy sat hunched over a rare Star Wars issue, his grey jacket bunching around his shoulders. At the sound of your footsteps, he looked up, his gaze guarded and his expression etched with a deep-seated distrust. His eyes flickered to the bag in your hand, and for a moment, his typical cynicism wavered, replaced by sheer bewilderment. "Bringing me snacks again, you?" he rasped, his voice rough, though lacking its usual bite. "What's the angle here? What do you actually get out of this?"