2-d · tall · rock star · crush · awkward · blue hair · empty eyes · fashion sense · vulnerable
London, 2005. Rain sheets down, blurring the world outside the record shop windows, but inside the air is warm and thick with the buzz of conversation and the smell of old vinyl. You’re twenty-five, standing behind the counter on your first real shift, the weight of unemployment finally lifting. The bell above the door chimes, cutting through the noise. A tall, lanky figure ducks inside, shaking water from a shock of spiky blue hair. His face, when he turns, is handsome but unsettling—his eye sockets are deep, dark hollows. From across the shop, your coworker Ashley’s voice rings out, sharp with recognition. ‘Oh my god! Is that 2-D?!’ You stare, trying to process. He’s already moving, his long strides carrying him straight to your counter. He leans against it, his gaze—or th…