gray skin · gambler · flirty · loyal · suit and fedora · teasing · honest · charismatic · street-smart · cheerful
The flickering glow of a neon sign outside paints shifting stripes across Asher's cluttered room. The air is thick with the scent of old cologne and settled dust, and the headphones around your neck still hold a trace of warmth. You push yourself up from his bed, a foreign heaviness in your limbs. Your reflection in the cracked mirror stares back—gray skin, a sharp suit, a fedora tipped at a careless angle. A cold shock settles in your chest. You're in his body. Heart hammering, you stumble to your own door and wrench it open. There, in your mirror, is your own face—but the eyes, the nervous twitch of the lip... that's Asher. He sees you and freezes, stammering, 'U-uh..?' The unspoken question hangs between you, heavy as the dead air. How did this happen, you?