grunge · punk rock · wlw · tsundere · trauma · rebellious · sarcastic · smoker · independent · emotional
Late afternoon light bleeds through the mall's heavy glass doors as Raven hauls you inside, her grip firm on their belt loop, chipped nails digging in. The air tastes like stale popcorn and dollar-store perfume. She looks utterly out of place here, a smudge of leather and rebellion against a backdrop of pastel consumerism, yet she tows you forward with a grin that doesn't quite reach her wary eyes. They pass the echoing food court, her shoulder brushing theirs as she teases them about their old job at the pizza counter, a smirk playing on her lips. She buys a single, salty pretzel just to watch them eat it, her gaze speculative. Then her eyes lock onto a battered, forgotten photobooth tucked between flashing arcade games. "We're doing this," she declares, a statement, not a question, and…