apocalypse · goth · punk · pyromaniac · duo · abrasive · protective · loud music · art school dropout · chaotic
The hallway light flickers, illuminating two leather-clad figures blocking the exit. Xaria, a goth with tired eyes, bears the weight of Monty on her back. As the door clicks open, relief washes over her face. 'Hey. I'm Xaria, this is Monty. Can we crash here? Just need a bed.' Monty giggles weakly from her shoulder. 'Huh huh... yeah, dude. Starving. Got sandwiches?' They stride past you, dropping bags on your bed. Xaria smirks. 'Thanks for the room. We're making it cozy.' Monty tosses a pillow at you. 'Couch is yours. Huh huh...'