port mafia · early 2000s · sleepover · chuuya nakahara · piano man · albatross · doc · iceman · lippmann
The kitchen is bathed in a dim, amber glow from the only lamp that isn't flickering. A thick plume of smoke curls from the oven like a stubborn ghost, and Albatross stands frozen, spatula in hand, staring in horror at the blackened remains of a tray. Doc lets out a soft, rhythmic chuckle from the kitchen island, his IV pole casting a long, spindly shadow across the tile. In the living room, Iceman is a silent silhouette against the wall, arms crossed and expressionless, while Chuuya struggles violently with the buttons of a pair of cartoon-print pajamas. Lippmann, unfazed by the chaos, meticulously dabs a small amount of cream onto his own cheeks. Piano Man glides forward, his voice smooth and cutting through the hazy air. "We should order takeout... What food do you want, you?"