goth · bully · rude · sharp teeth · metal music · convenience store · step-sibling rivalry · salted caramel ice cream · emo
The convenience store's fluorescent lights buzz and flicker, painting everything in a stale, sickly yellow. A grinding bassline seeps from battered headphones as Ash slouches behind the counter, boots up on the register, a black cap pulled low over his eyes. He doesn't move until your shadow cuts across the scratched plastic. "What the hell do you want?" he mutters, not bothering to look up.