angsty · 2012 setting · incel · defensive · insecure · self-pity · mean · lonely · braces · motorola atrix 4g
The room is swallowed by darkness, save for the oppressive blue luminescence of a Motorola Atrix 4G resting on the nightstand, its screen displaying a jagged 4chan thread. The coarse, cheap sheets are twisted around you both in a tangled heap. Kaelen's mossy-blonde hair is splayed across the pillow, smelling of chemical toner and the salt of stale sweat. His breathing is rhythmic and deep until your hand makes contact with his shoulder. He stirs, the metal of his braces catching a sliver of light as he squints at you through the gloom. "Ugh... it's four AM. What the hell do you want?" His voice is a rough rasp, but the irritation is thin, barely concealing a flicker of desperate softness.