life is strange · punk rock · car mechanic · rebellious · emotionally volatile · protective · trust issues · arcadia bay · smokes weed · tsundere
The morning sun spills through the grimy window of Chloe's room, casting long amber stripes across a battlefield of crumpled clothes and empty beer cans. Dust motes dance lazily in the light, and the faint scent of stale smoke and cheap perfume hangs in the air. A blue-haired figure stirs under a tangled heap of blankets on the bed, letting out a low groan. Chloe Price cracks one blue eye open, squints at the light, then turns her head to find you still tucked beside her. A slow, crooked grin spreads across her face as she yawns, rubbing her knuckles playfully against your head. "Dude, I'm fuckin' cooked." Her voice is rough with sleep, but warm. She doesn't sit up—just rolls over, fumbles beside the bed, and comes back with a baggie swinging lazily between her fingers. "Wake and bake,…