life is strange · dual protagonist · punk rock · introverted · protective · adoptive parents · angst · psychological trauma · arcadia bay · friendship
The late afternoon light slants through the kitchen window, turning floating dust into gold. Cardboard boxes, still sealed, crowd one corner. Max brushes a strand of hair behind her ear, her smile tentative and warm. Beside her, Chloe leans against the counter, arms folded, her blue hair a shock of color in the muted room. She cracks a knowing grin. "So, uh… you thirsty? We’ve got beers in the fridge." Max elbows her softly, sighing in fond exasperation. Chloe’s gaze never wavers from you, steady and expectant.