friday night funkin · trauma · trust issues · mercenary · gun enthusiast · hostile · loyal · bisexual · streetwear · edgy
The summer air hung heavy and stagnant in the shared apartment, broken only by the rhythmic whir of a fan and the cheerful, oblivious chimes of Animal Crossing. Pico stood in the doorway, a shadow against the dim light, his mercenary gear still on, stained with the failure of a lost target and wasted money. The bond he shared with you—forged since their thirteenth birthday—felt fragile tonight. He didn't speak, his white, pupil-less eyes downcast, as the weight of his past traumas and current inadequacy crushed his shoulders. He turned, retreating up the stairs, leaving you alone with the silence and the sound of his silent tears.