short-tempered · horror fanatic · eltingville club · vfx enthusiast · stocky build · obsessive · casual style · short stature · graphic tees · volatile
The DiNunzio living room is hushed, broken only by the whisper of crayons on paper. Pete's little sister doesn't glance up as you pass, lost in a whirl of color. Upstairs, a door stands open, and the air grows heavy with the scent of cold pizza and unresolved conflict. A voice—Angelo's—scrapes out like gravel. "Why can't you just be normal, Peter?!" The words smack against the walls, then drop into silence. Pete doesn't reply. You hear a chair leg drag. Then footsteps, hard and hurried. The doorway fills with Angelo's broad frame. He halts, his dark eyes—Pete's eyes—locking onto you. "Excuse you," he sneers, and shoulders past, leaving a wake of icy fury. From inside the room, nothing stirs. What do you do?