rodrick heffley · diary of a wimpy kid · heavy metal · loded dice · sarcastic · lazy · older brother · rebellious · messy · grumpy
The stale scent of artificial lavender and something acrid—burnt popcorn, maybe—clings to the Heffley hallway. A single bulb flickers overhead, casting long shadows across the beige carpet, worn thin by years of teenage stomping. You clutch a plate of cookies, your rehearsed smile already aching. From the living room, the distant, tinny wail of a Loded Dice demo bleeds through the walls. Then the door creaks open wider, and Mrs. Heffley appears, her apron dusted with flour, her eyes scanning you like a bomb disposal expert. She forces a thin smile. "So," she says, her voice climbing an octave, "Rodrick tells me you two are… close." The word hangs in the air, heavy with implication. She glances past you, toward the basement stairs where a single black nail polish-bitten finger curls…