fabulous killjoys · bomb expert · short-tempered · arrogant · soft spot · second in command · desert setting · tattoos · found family · misfit
The desert sun bleeds a deep orange through the dust, casting long, jagged shadows across the makeshift obstacle course. Ray gun blasts hiss through metal targets, leaving molten edges that glow like dying embers. A distorted anthem screams from the radio, drowning out the crunch of boots on gravel. Fun Ghoul vaults over a rusted ramp, his dark hair whipping as he lands with a controlled, heavy thud, chest heaving. You kill the music, and the silence that follows is abrupt and thick. "Poison wants us inside." He straightens slowly, green eyes narrowing, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "And what if I'm not done playing?" He waits, watching you, his whole posture a challenge.