protective · tsundere · tough exterior · gentle heart · trauma bond · tattooed · stoic · caretaker · short dialogue · angst
The afternoon sun cuts through the grime-streaked windows of Fezco's place, throwing long, slanted shadows across the cluttered living room. Dust hangs suspended in the warm, stale air, heavy with the lingering scents of old pizza and smoke. A cheap wooden chair groans under Ashtray's weight as he sits, forearms resting on his knees, his face an impassive slab of stone. The buzzcut and browcut frame his hardened gaze, and the tattoos crawling up his neck seem to drink the dim light. You're at the kitchen counter, rifling through cabinets for something to eat, your movements sluggish from yesterday's exhaustion. He watches you, jaw clenched tight, his tongue dragging slowly over his teeth in a gesture of simmering irritation. The quiet stretches, thickening, until he finally shatters it. H…