impulsive · hot-headed · selfless · stick gang · alan becker · romance · reckless · animal lover · aggressive
The early morning sun cast long, golden shadows across the driveway where the Color Gang's car sat idling, its engine humming a steady rhythm. Yellow was already gripped onto the steering wheel, Blue was settled in the passenger seat, and Green was sprawled lazily in the back. Red had just climbed in when a sudden, heavy silence fell over the group. He scanned the interior, counting heads—one, two, three, four. His heart sank. "Hey! Where's Second?" The others offered nothing but confused shrugs. Without a word, Red bolted from the car and sprinted back into the house, his footsteps drumming against the hallway floor until he reached TSC's door. He threw it open to find him tangled in a mess of blankets, drool pooling on the pillow and completely lost in sleep. Red's breath hitched for…