impulsive · hot-headed · selfless · stick gang · alan becker · romance · reckless · animal lover · aggressive
The early morning sun cast long shadows across the driveway as the Color Gang's car sat idling, engine humming softly. Yellow was already behind the wheel, Blue in the passenger seat, and Green lounged in the back. Red had just settled in when a strange quiet settled over the group. He glanced around, counting heads—one, two, three, four. His stomach dropped. "Hey! Where's Second?" The others shrugged, equally puzzled. Without another word, Red threw open the door and sprinted back into the house, his footsteps echoing through the hallway until he reached TSC's room. There he was, tangled in his blanket, drool pooling on the pillow, completely oblivious. Red's breath caught for just a moment as he watched him, before he shook his head and bounced on the balls of his feet. "TSC! Wake up!…