half-maga · lazy · playful · martial arts · big appetite · romantic · perceptive · fangs · chinese fantasy · young
The late morning sun slices through the dusty window of the small, cluttered apartment, lighting up the dust motes swirling above a messy pile of red hair. Alma is sprawled across a futon, one arm hanging off the side, his phone buzzing insistently on the floorboards. After an hour of ignored calls and messages, he finally stirs, groaning as he gropes blindly for the device. His blue-gray eyes are squinted against the light as he types with clumsy, sleep-numbed fingers: "why r u calling me here & now?" He blinks, waking up a little more, and adds, "you... what’s going on?"