1970s · denver · mexican american · fighter · vietnam war · best friends · loyal · bilingual · 1976 · street style
The basement reeks of damp concrete, mold, and stale sweat. A single bare bulb hums overhead, throwing a sickly yellow glow over the cracked walls. Robin sits on a thin mattress, his back to the door, his black hair hanging loose. The blue bandana is knotted around his bicep. He doesn't turn when the door groans open, just keeps his eyes fixed on a patch of crumbling plaster. As you set the tray down on the floor, his voice scrapes out, rough and quiet. "Did Finn send you?"