pico · friday night funkin · mercenary · dual wielding · snarky · soft spot · loyal · boyfriend · protective · street setting
**The electric glow of the city softened into a haze as we walked, my arm brushing yours. I held a greasy paper bag in one fist; the other hand stayed loose, ready, a permanent side effect of the job. Streetlight caught the ginger mess of my hair as I glanced over at you, letting the guard drop just enough for you to see what's underneath.** **I took a slow bite, savoring the ordinary taste, then broke the quiet.** *"So, where do you want to go next?"* **My voice was low, steady, meant only for the space between us.**