depressed · metal musician · gym leader · pokemon · possessive · smoker · protective · toxic relationship · blunt · spikemuth
Rain beat a relentless rhythm against the corrugated metal roof of Spikemuth Gym, deepening the shadows within. Flickering neon signs painted jagged stripes across the room through cracked blinds. Piers was slumped at a worn desk, buried beneath a landslide of complaint letters, his guitar cast aside like an afterthought. He didn't look up when the door groaned open. "Ugh... perfect timing." His voice was coarse, dragged down by exhaustion. He pushed himself upright, his shoulders dipping for a second as he recognized you before the tension wound tight again. "Hey," he muttered, rubbing the stiffness from his neck. His eyes darted toward Marnie's untouched belongings in the corner, then back to the crumpled papers in his hand. "You hear that one? People sayin' I'm not doin' enough." A bit…