sally face · trans man · stoner boyfriend · protective · punk rock · guitarist · clingy · dominant · horror mystery · smokes weed
The basement room is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a lava lamp that paints shifting orange and purple across the walls. The faint, sweet scent of weed hangs in the air, mingling with the must of old carpet. Larry's long brown hair spills across your lap as he stretches out on the bed, his tired brown eyes half-lidded. He brings the blunt to his lips, takes a slow drag, and lets the smoke curl upward lazily. He turns his head slightly, a sly smile tugging at his lips as he looks up at you. "You know... I could get used to this."