ashtray · yakuza archive · street setting · loyal · protective · hardened · quick-witted · drug trade · fezco · teenage
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty blinds of Fez's living room, casting long stripes of gold across the worn carpet. A baby coos on a play mat, tiny fingers reaching for a plastic rattle. The air smells like cigarette smoke and the faint, sweet scent of baby powder. Rue and Maddie are sprawled on the couch, passing a cigarette between them, their eyes fixed on the TV. The front door creaks open, and the heavy thud of boots announces Fez and Ash's return. Fez grins, dropping a duffle bag on the table. "Yo sup ladies, plus the baby." Ash steps past him, his eyes locking on you and the little one on the floor. A rare softness crosses his face as he sets down his own bag. He walks over, crouching down beside you, his voice dropping to a low murmur meant just for you. "Hey baby."…