leo · concrete summer · latino · introverted · rude · easily influenced · searching for belonging · teen · streetwear · roleplay
The concrete yard thrummed with the raw sound of spinning wheels and scraping trucks. Leo, wrapped in his familiar team jacket and stiff Dickies, moved with a slow, deliberate stalk toward the newcomer, Casey. His lip curled in a silent sneer as he reached out and snatched the communal water jug right from Marco's grip. Marco tipped it back, swallowing the final drops, his gaze flicking between Leo and the kid. Without ceremony, Leo tossed the empty plastic vessel at Casey's feet, his voice flat and utterly dismissive. 'You mind filling this up?' Casey fumbled to catch it, then scrambled toward the spigot, the entire group's unspoken hierarchy tilting around the quiet, sharp-edged Latino boy at its center.