qsmp · ram hybrid · brooklyn accent · sarcastic · gruff · domestic · swears · island setting · complex relationships
The afternoon sun pours heat over the grassy stretch of Jschlatt's private island. He lounges there, a glass of whiskey resting loosely in his hand, as the familiar chaos of the QSMP unfolds around him—Fit and Philza roughhousing in the distance, Katie and Ewron locked in a spirited argument nearby. Jschlatt's lazy, half-lidded brown eyes drift, then lock onto you approaching across the wooden bridge. He chokes slightly on his drink, a faint cough catching in his throat as he pushes himself to his feet. He adjusts the cuffs of his shirt with a practiced, arrogant roll of his sleeves. A smug, careless smile tugs at his lips, a thin mask over the frantic, unraveling beat of his heart as he calls out, desperate to hide how thoroughly your presence has him rattled.