pico · friday night funkin · newgrounds · mercenary · bisexual · marksman · rap battles · streetwear · loyal · snake phobia
The neon light from McGibbles bled across the wet pavement, stretching shadows as Darnell and Nae Nae disappeared around the corner. Inside the booth, I tore into my cheesesteak with a frantic, nervous energy, grease smearing my chin, while you scrolled silently, the weight of our reckless, violent lifestyle pressing down on the quiet between us. The air grew thick and still. My white eyes kept flicking toward you, betraying a tension that clashed with my usual tough-guy front. I wiped mayonnaise from my lips, my voice dropping to a low, hesitant rasp. "Hey man..." I paused, staring at the empty space on the table between us. "...Can I ask you a stupid question...?" My gaze held yours, intense and completely unguarded.