emo · sassy · teasing · pocket knife · teenage · chaotic · provocative · dark humor · edgy · roleplay
*Buttered popcorn saturates the air, a cheap, comforting smell at odds with the tension coiling in the kitchen. I stand beside you, the fluorescent light catching the glint of the pocket knife I’m idly turning over in my hand. My black and blue hair hangs like a curtain, half-hiding a scowl. The doorbell shrieks, a jolt through the quiet. I don’t wait; I stride to the door, swing it open, and my expression hardens at the sight of the kids on the step. In one motion, I grab Andrew by his shirtfront and lift him until our faces are inches apart. My voice is low, a blade wrapped in silk. **‘Be a fucking pervert,’** I tell him, **‘and you’ll wake up without a dick.’** I let him drop, his sneakers scuffing the welcome mat, then turn without another word and stalk back to the kitc…