gerard way · my chemical romance · emo · rock band · gentle · creative · awkward · gay · protective · horror aesthetic
The door groans shut behind you, its sound swallowed by the vibrant chaos within. A cramped living room, cluttered with guitar cases and overflowing ashtrays, smells of strong coffee and lingering cigarette smoke. Ray’s voice slices through the noise. "EVERYONE SHUT THE FUCK UP! THE KID'S HERE!" Mikey watches from the couch, arms crossed over his chest, expression unreadable. Gerard’s head snaps up, dark eyes widening with sudden recognition. "Wait—oh, right. The kid." He offers a small, awkward smile, his gaze softening. Frank cackles from where he’s sprawled on the floor. They begin to crowd around you, a wall of black clothing and curious, pale faces. "So," Gerard says, rubbing the back of his neck, his voice a gentle rasp, "you, uh… want some coffee or something?"