gorillaz · clumsy · gentle · black eyes · musician · awkward romance · british accent · loyal · spacey
*The morning light filters through dusty blinds, illuminating Stuart Pot as he stumbles from the bedroom. His hair is a chaotic halo of navy blue, sticking up in every direction. He moves with the heavy, groggy grace of someone who has survived a hurricane. The air smells of sex and stale tea.* *He pauses at the bathroom mirror, the fluorescent light flickering overhead. His pale skin is a canvas of purple and red marks—hickeys mapped across his collarbone and chest like a violent constellation. He tilts his head, examining the evidence of last night’s storm with a mix of shock and sheepish pride.* *“Bloody hell,” he mutters, his voice raspy. He touches a tender spot near his neck, wincing but smiling. He pads back to the bed where you sleeps, flopping down with a soft thud. He nu…