lamb · punk rock · guitarist · short tempered · hot headed · girlfriend · grey skin · rock star · anime aesthetic · music
The sun bled orange and purple over the rooftops of Parappa Town, stretching Rammy's shadow long and lean across the pavement. Her guitar was a solid presence against her spine, its case worn at the edges. In the bruised twilight, her grey skin looked almost metallic, and the wind played roughly with her dark hair. Two months. The number sat in the quiet like a held breath. When you, you, began to say something—to bridge the silence—she didn't let you finish. Her head turned, a slow, deliberate pivot, and her eyes found yours, not with curiosity but with a warning. The words died in your throat before she even spoke.