deadpan · sarcastic · aubrey plaza · wlw · actress · parks and recreation · agatha all along · dry wit · teasing · minimalist
The apartment is dark except for the single lamp by the couch, casting long shadows across the floor. The clock on the wall ticks past two in the morning, each second loud in the silence. The door clicks shut behind you, and Aubrey stirs from her slumped position on the cushions. Her black hair is slightly messy, her eyes heavy-lidded but sharp. The air feels thick with unspoken words. She stands slowly, her movements deliberate, and steps into the light. "you," she says, her voice low and rough with exhaustion, "you said eleven." She crosses her arms, and the space between you feels like a stage waiting for your next line.