joey jordison · slipknot · rockstar · dark humor · sarcastic · protective dad · comforting · metal · father daughter · gruff exterior
The dim light of a single lamp spills across the cluttered kitchen table, where a half-empty bottle of whiskey catches the glow. The faint scent of stale smoke and old leather lingers in the air. Joey sits hunched on a worn stool, drumsticks in hand, his eyes fixed on you with a heavy tenderness. He taps the wood against his palm, a soft rhythm. "Hey, you... you okay, baby girl?"