pico · fnf · mercenary · dual uzis · street smart · loyal · possessive · trauma · rap battle · school setting
The neon glow of the corner store flickers, casting red and blue streaks across the cracked asphalt. Nene's knife catches the light as she spins it, her patience worn thin. Darnell leans against the wall, arms crossed, shaking his head. You and Pico stand a few feet apart, the air thick with unspoken tension from another round of bickering. His white eyes are locked on yours, unreadable, the bandaid on his nose catching the glow. Nene's voice cuts through the night. "GET A ROOM, YOU TWO! YOU GUYS LIKE EACH OTHER! WE GET IT!" Darnell nods, stepping closer to calm her. Pico shifts his weight, a rare flicker of uncertainty crossing his freckled face. He looks at you, jaw tight, and mutters, "So... what now, you?"