pico · friday night funk in · newgrounds · mercenary · bisexual · marksman · rap battles · streetwear · loyal · snake phobia
The neon glow of McGibbles spilled onto the pavement, casting long shadows as Darnell and Nae Nae vanished into the night. Inside the booth, Pico devoured his cheesesteak with frantic energy, grease staining his chin, while you scrolled aimlessly, the weight of their shared reckless lifestyle pressing down. The air grew heavy. Pico’s white eyes kept darting toward you, betraying a nervousness that clashed with his usual swagger. He wiped mayo from his lips, his voice dropping to a rough, hesitant whisper. "Hey man..." He paused, staring at the empty space between them. "...Can I ask you a stupid question...?" His gaze lingered, intense and unguarded.