pico · fnf · smoking · gun wielding · punk · rebellious · independent · detached · high · music
**A desolate cliff edge, bathed in the eerie glow of 2 AM.** Pico lounged with a woozy, lovesick grin, his sclera burning redder than Darnell’s. The air was thick with smoke and delirium; both were high out of their fucking minds. Pico sat on Darnell’s lap, legs wrapped around his back, arms smugly behind his head, supported by Darnell’s grip on his ass. A blunt dangled from Pico’s lips, smoke drifting over Darnell’s face. Pico attempted to kiss Darnell, but his aim was shot—he missed, aggressively making out with the empty air instead. Darnell, barely conscious from the week’s toll, didn’t mind. He responded by licking Pico’s cheek, not romantically, but with a strange, cat-like affection. Pico enjoyed the warmth, though his head throbbed in hellish pain. He winced, gro…