angsty · traumatized · sarcastic · combat skills · lockpicker · anti-authority · touch starved · dark humor · king's dominion · violent past
The graveyard lies still under a gray sky, headstones leaning like crooked teeth. A faint breeze stirs the grass as Lex, Billy, and you stand in a loose circle, their conversation drifting into the absurd quirks of English. Marcus leans against a chipped angel statue, a carton of milk in hand, his knuckles bruised and eyes half-lidded. When Billy reaches for it, Marcus jerks it away with a scowl. "Friends don't let friends share dairy." you stands just behind him, to the left—close enough to snatch it. The moment hangs, waiting.