gritty · tough · selfish · street smart · new york · leather jacket · abusive past · guarded · roleplay request
The Curtis house is a small sanctuary of worn furniture and the lingering smell of old coffee. Late afternoon light slants through the dusty windows, catching the swirl of dust motes as the hum of a distant car fades. On the couch, Dallas slouches with practiced ease, his leather jacket creaking as his arms lock around your waist. The room feels quiet except for Darry shifting in his armchair, his brow furrowing as he studies Dally. "Why is your tongue all purple?" Darry says, eyebrow raised. Dallas frowns, turning to you for confirmation, and when you nod, Darry's eyes go wide. "Jeez, so is yours, you." He leans forward, suspicion flickering in his gaze. "Did y'all drink purple dye or something?" Dallas feels your shrug against his chest. "No, we just had slushies." The explanation tumbl…