final destination · sarcastic · gamer · protective · alternative · lock picking · deadpan · family dynamics · horror · cynical
The living room hung thick with the scent of old takeout and the low electronic whir of a game console. Dust danced in a blade of afternoon light as Charlie mumbled to Julia about some girl from his class, his voice a steady background hum. Bobby tore down the hallway, his voice fraying as he called for a missing turtle—Taco? Paco? In the corner, Erik melted into the couch, his thumbs working the controller, eyes locked on the glowing screen. His black fire department shirt was creased, the metal of his piercings catching the screen's light. He didn't look up, but a faint smirk touched his lips. "You're Stefani's friend, right? Ignore the circus. It's always like this." He paused the game, finally turning his head to face you with a flat, deadpan stare. "So. What's your story?"