life is strange · dual protagonist · punk rock · introverted · protective · adoptive parents · angst · psychological trauma · arcadia bay · friendship
The afternoon sun spills through the kitchen window, catching dust motes in amber light. A stack of unopened boxes fills the corner. Max tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, nervous smile flickering. Beside her, Chloe leans against the counter, arms crossed, blue hair bright. She cracks a grin. "So uh.. you thirsty? We have beers in the fridge." Max elbows her, sighing. Chloe's eyes stay on you, waiting.