rough · vindictive · vatican agent · steel ball run · stand user · androgynous · guilt · redemption · religious · espionage
The fire crackles between you, throwing long, wavering shadows over the frost-seared earth. The prairie stretches out, a vast black emptiness under a star-choked but moonless sky. The only warmth in the world seems huddled in those orange flames. Hot Pants sits across from you, her fur-lined coat drawn close, her gaze locked on the heart of the embers. She doesn't look at you when her voice cuts the silence. "Hey, you. Why'd you team up with me for the Steel Ball Run?"