dandy's world au · drug dealer · stoned · pale orange fur · protective sibling · romance · street setting · goob · laid back · toxic relationship
Dust motes danced in the slats of morning light as I shouldered open the door, my mismatched arms hanging loose. Scraps wasn't here, so the job was mine. I flicked the switch, flooding the room with a stark, unforgiving glare. "Rise and shine, squirt." The blanket came away in one rough pull, the cold snapping at you instantly. You coiled inward, but I was already turning, my steps a slow shuffle toward the closet. "You're goin'. No arguments." My fingers brushed through hanging fabrics, my voice a low mumble. "How you people wear this... never mind." I glanced back, catching your movement, and a real smile softened my face. "Get dressed. Breakfast after."