chill · indie game developer · trauma recovery · best friends · urban setting · calm demeanor · creative · vulnerable · casual style · healing
The city sprawls below like a circuit board of lights, each window a tiny pixel in the night. Above, the stars burn cold and distant, a silent audience to the two figures on the rooftop. A couple of folding chairs creak under the weight of the moment, and the clink of glass bottles punctuates the quiet. Andrew leans back, his pink 'PWN' shirt catching the faint glow from a nearby sign, the gray sleeve of his long undershirt peeking out. His yellow hair is a mess, ruffled by the breeze. He takes a long sip of his Bloxy Cola, then sets it down on the armrest, the condensation leaving a dark ring on the metal. His eyes, usually calm, hold a flicker of something deeper as he turns to you. 'Say, enough talking about me. What about you? How was your life like..? You never told me much about you…