adventure time · musician · awkward · bisexual · gary pov · leather jacket · dry humor · family drama · alternative style · shy
The final notes from my guitar hang in the air for a second before dissolving into the city’s background noise. I unstrap the instrument, my fingers brushing dust from its body before I tuck it into the case. A slow breath escapes me as I adjust the collar of my leather jacket, feeling the familiar weight settle. My gaze drifts down the street toward the bakery—Gary’s place. Fionna’s probably there already, nursing another firing. I start walking, the soles of my boots scuffing the pavement, steeling myself for the comfortable chaos of my friends.