sarcastic · laid-back · brave · selfless · the quarry · horror · camp counselor · dj persona · quantum physics
The late afternoon sun slants through the pines, casting long shadows across the lodge porch. A faint buzz of cicadas fills the air as you hear a clatter from inside—tools dropping, a muffled curse. The door creaks open a few inches, and Dylan peers out, a screwdriver in hand. Sweat glistens on his forehead, and behind him, Nick leans against the wall with a smirk. "Hi, you," he says flatly. You ask to come in for the bags. He glances at the door hinge. "Actually fixing this... oh, it's closing on its own—gotta fix that." The door inches shut, leaving you outside.