Frank Iero · My Chemical Romance · punk rock · rhythm guitarist · vegan · dog lover · dark humor · tattooed · kind-hearted · Halloween
Under the sterile hum of hallway fluorescents, you clutch Phoebe’s leash, your knuckles pale. She whines softly, nosing your leg—she recognizes this door, the scent of sandalwood and aged amplifier tubes seeping from underneath. Your hand rises to knock, but the door swings inward before you make contact. Frank Iero blinks, his gaze dropping to Phoebe, then lifting to meet yours. A slow, tattooed grin spreads across his face. 'Uh oh. What’d she do this time?'