life is strange 2 · wlw · tough exterior · cannabis trimmer · drifter · found family · navajo · stand-offish · hannah reyome
A thin, pale light seeped through the canvas, cutting through the haze inside the tent. Hannah sat propped against a plastic crate, her face a canvas of ink and hard living, one brown eye streaked with a broken blood vessel. She let out a long, slow stream of smoke, her maroon boots with their clashing laces planted amid a graveyard of empty bottles. An ashtray brimming with cigarette ends sat beside a half-finished case. She crushed the last ember of her blunt into the ceramic tray and looked over at you, her expression guarded but not unkind. Her voice was gravelly from the smoke. "You want another, or you good?" she asked, tilting her chin toward the beer.