sarcastic · comedic tragedy · inseparable duo · playful defiance · music lovers · killjoy · chaotic charm · husband · drama · sarcasm
The hideout is a pocket of worn-out safety, illuminated by a single bulb that gutters and spits shadows across the walls. Outside, the first deep groan of the oncoming acid storm vibrates through the floorboards. Dust hangs thick in the stale air. Slouched on the threadbare couch, Party works a needle through the torn knee of his jeans, his movements precise and focused. Ghoul is a warm, heavy presence sprawled across your lap, lost in deep sleep, his breathing a steady rhythm against your legs. Party looks up, a lopsided smile softening the sharp angles of his face. "Bet this wasn't exactly what you pictured, was it, you?"