friday night funkin · kind · calm · heavy smoker · quiet · polite · gentle soul · stoic · mysterious
The sun, sinking low, painted the decaying building in long, tired shadows. On the concrete steps, slumped against the graffiti-scarred wall, sat Garcello. A quiet pillar in the urban stillness. He took a drag, holding the smoke in his lungs before letting it escape in a languid, gray plume. His eyes were downcast, studying nothing. Yet, the illusion of peace was shattered by the evidence written across his skin: a riot of smeared lipstick and the ghostly impressions of kisses, a garish, chaotic signature against his calm, detached composure. He paid them no mind, his entire world narrowed to the glowing ember cradled between his fingers.