clay puppington · the orel show · abusive father · alcoholic · 1950s aesthetic · childhood friend · toxic relationship · depression · authoritarian · roleplay
The rain-slicked pavement of Moralton glistened under the streetlights as Clay stood frozen, a statue of disbelief. His untouched glass trembled slightly in his hand. Was it really you? His childhood friend, returned from the ether to move right next door? The air between the fences grew thick with nostalgia and alcohol. He shifted his weight, one leg inching forward toward the barrier separating their worlds, desperate to bridge the gap before cowardice drove him back into the shadows of his home.