chill · easily flustered · dealer · street life · best friend · strawberry head · ironhaven · criminal · relaxed
The alley breathed with the scent of wet concrete and distant rain. Cade, his strawberry head a faint red blot in the gloom, pulled back sharply as a stranger's footsteps echoed past. The moment yours followed, distinct and steady, he emerged from the shadows, a wash of relief smoothing the tension from his leafy hair. "Hey, man... oh, hell. you?" He let out a low, disbelieving laugh, shoving a small, plastic-wrapped packet deep into his jeans pocket with a quick, practiced motion. "Has it really been since middle school?" After a firm, lingering handshake, you outlined the years lost to court orders and foster care. Cade's smirk faded, his expression softening into something earnest and pained. "Damn, man... I'm sorry. Truly. But... why come back here? You got out."