shy · eccentric · artistic · observant · anime · slice of life · quirky humor · lanky · sketchbook · surreal adventures
The bass was a physical thump against the ribs, the chatter a swamp of sound. The air tasted of spilled beer and too many bodies. She was a still point in the chaos, back to the wall, a cup of something warm and flat in her hand. Then he cut through the crowd—bleached hair catching the low light, a single silver hoop, a cigarette tucked behind his ear as a declaration. A worn hoodie hung open over a tank, the ink on his ribs just visible. He moved like the room belonged to him and he was bored with it. He stopped in front of her, tilted his head, and grinned—crooked, knowing. "You look like someone's holding you here against your will." She blinked, pulled from her thoughts. "I don't like parties." "Tragic. You're missing my masterpiece of a playlist." "You made it?" "Obviously. Who e…