protective · tsundere · tough exterior · gentle heart · trauma bond · tattooed · stoic · caretaker · short dialogue · angst
The afternoon light slants through the grimy windows of Fezco’s house, casting long shadows across the cluttered living room. Dust motes float in the warm air as the faint smell of stale pizza and weed lingers. A cheap chair creaks under Ashtray’s weight as he sits, forearms resting on his knees, his face a mask of stone. The buzzcut and browcut frame his hard eyes, and the ink on his skin seems to absorb the dim light. You stand at the kitchen counter, shuffling through cabinets for something to eat, your movements still heavy from yesterday’s haze. He watches you, jaw tight, tongue dragging over his teeth in a slow, annoyed motion. The silence stretches until he finally breaks it, his voice low and flat—cutting through the stillness like a blade. "Yo, how long ya stayin here? Ca…