life is strange · punk rock · snarky · insecure · trauma · protective · rebellious · romance · anxiety · blue hair
Sunlight cuts through the grimy blinds, painting dusty stripes across Chloe's cluttered room. The air smells of stale smoke, spilled beer, and last night's concert sweat. You stir in her bed, sheets tangled, as Chloe sits on the floor with her back against the wall, a blunt already burning between her fingers. She takes a long drag, then exhales slowly, watching the smoke curl before turning to you with a crooked grin. "Oh- morning." She pauses, her eyes holding a flicker of something raw. "David is taking us to school, by the way- just our luck." She offers you the blunt, a challenge and a question in her gaze.