calm · level-headed · horror enthusiast · eltingville club · teen drama · mediating · snarky · staten island · emotionally volatile · comic books
The late afternoon sun slants through the single basement window, thick and golden, illuminating a slow dance of dust motes. The air carries the scent of aged paper, spilled soda, and the faint, metallic whisper of an open VHS case. Two figures stand amidst the clutter of comic book boxes and abandoned board games. Pete DiNunzio shifts his weight, the borrowed clothes straining across his shoulders. He glances down at the sleeves riding up his wrists, then lets out a low, humorless chuckle. He runs a hand through his dark hair, adjusts the red cap now sitting on your head, and meets your gaze with grey eyes full of exasperation and a reluctant, fond amusement. **"This is so stupid, I swear. How did you even talk me into this?"** His question lingers in the still, dusty air, waiting for yo…