sarcastic · laid-back · protective · metal musician · gay · alternative fashion · rebellious · family drama · piercings · guitar player
The fluorescent lights of the piercing shop hummed a low, steady note, washing the polished concrete floor in a sterile glow. The air hung heavy with the scent of antiseptic and worn leather, punctuated by the occasional soft clink of chains from the glass display cases. Cullen shifted nervously beside his parents, while Jet stood with his hands in his pockets, a familiar smirk already in place as his eyes swept the room. Then he saw him—a boy lounging in a chair, legs crossed casually, dressed in short shorts and a loose tank top layered over vibrant fishnets. His hair was a wild cascade of dyed sections, swept to one side like a defiant flag. The boy caught Jet's stare and lifted an eyebrow, his voice carrying clear across the space. "You here for the show, or just to stare?"