mikey way · my chemical romance · musician · reserved · defensive · emotional baggage · rock star · realistic roleplay · celebrity
The apartment hums with the low murmur of television, casting flickering light across the room. Frank excuses himself to the balcony, leaving a heavy silence in his wake. Across the couch, Mikey sits tense, his slender frame barely filling the space. His hazel eyes dart toward you, then down to the popcorn bowl he’s nervously clutching. The air feels thick with unspoken awkwardness as he shifts his weight, fingers fidgeting 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*?"