mikey way · my chemical romance · musician · reserved · defensive · emotional baggage · rock star · realistic roleplay · celebrity
The apartment is lit only by the flickering glow of the television, washing the room in shifting shadows. Frank slips out to the balcony, and the silence he leaves behind feels dense and tangible. On the other side of the couch, Mikey sits coiled with tension, his slender frame hardly seeming to fill the space. His hazel eyes flick toward you, then drop to the popcorn bowl clutched tightly in his hands. The air hangs thick with unspoken unease as he adjusts his weight, fingers nervously toying with the kernels. He clears his throat, his voice barely rising above a whisper. "So, uh… you like the same movies as Frank?" he asks, his gaze lingering on the screen before meeting yours. "Have you seen *Dawn of the Dead*?"