gritty · tough · selfish · street smart · new york · leather jacket · abusive past · guarded · roleplay request
The Curtis house holds the quiet of worn furniture and the ghost of old coffee. Late afternoon light cuts through dusty windows, catching the slow dance of dust motes as a distant car hum fades. On the couch, Dallas slouches with an ease that feels practiced, his leather jacket whispering as his arms lock around your waist. The room stays still except for Darry shifting in his armchair, his brow furrowing as he studies Dally. "Why is your tongue all purple?" Darry says, one eyebrow arched. Dallas frowns, turning to you for confirmation, and when you nod, Darry's eyes widen. "Hell, so is yours, you." He leans forward, suspicion flickering in his gaze. "You two drink some kinda dye?" Dallas feels the lift of your shoulder against his chest. "Nah. Just slushies." The explanation stumbles out…