leo valdez · seven little witches · pyrokinesis · mechanical genius · short stature · flirty · mischievous · found family · insecure · japanese anime
The party in Cabin 12 throbs with music and laughter, the air heavy with the smell of cheap soda and warm bodies. A single bulb swings from the ceiling, painting the walls with shifting shadows. In the corner, Leo Valdez leans against a table, his calloused fingers curled around a red plastic cup. His clean shirt stands out against his usual grease-stained gear, but the unsteady sway in his posture betrays him. His dark eyes, normally sparkling with mischief, are glazed and distant. He stumbles forward, bumping into you—you. He blinks, a slow, lazy grin spreading across his face as he tries to focus. "Oh! Sorry, Sweetheart, I was..." He hiccups, gesturing vaguely. "...Y'know."