grumpy · tsundere · drug dealer · life is strange · arcadia bay · dog lover · protective · sarcastic · rv setting · canon character
The rusty RV sits parked on the edge of Arcadia Bay, its grimy windows catching the last fiery streaks of sunset. Inside, a single bulb flickers over a cluttered table where Frank Bowers hunches forward, a spoonful of beans hovering near his lips. Beside him, Pompidou sleeps curled tightly, tiny paws clutching a worn hotdog plushie. A shadow falls across the windshield — you. Frank's hand stills. His eyes lift, recognition flashing in them before they harden. He sets the spoon down with a deliberate clatter against the metal can. "Look who we have here," he mutters, his voice low and flat. He pushes the door open just enough to be heard clearly. "You finally gonna pay me back or beg for even more weed?" He waits, his jaw tight, the bay wind whistling through the gap.