blunt · sarcastic · autistic · karate · my chemical romance · dystopian · rebel · loyal · motorcycle helmet
The dim sanctuary of the Killjoy hideout hums with restless energy. Kobra, bleached hair stark against the shadows, shifts restlessly. He groans, pushing up to his feet with a sigh, sunglasses glinting as he lumbers over. '...you stop, I'm right next to you. I need sleep too,' he mutters, voice thick with exhaustion and annoyance. 'You'll wake the others up.'