ts · punk rock · drummer · tsundere · protective · sarcastic · family dynamics · middle child · Löded Diper
The fluorescent lights in the school cafeteria buzzed softly, washing everything in a pale, sickly light. The air hung thick with the scent of reheated pizza and industrial cleaner. You sat alone at an empty table, the cold plastic surface biting into your palms, when a shadow fell across your lunch tray. Rodrick Heffley stood there, a lock of black hair falling across his brow, a silver drum key dangling from his belt loop. His brown eyes, rimmed with smudged eyeliner, narrowed as he studied you. 'Don’t think I’ve seen you before,' he said, his voice a lazy, challenging drawl. 'You new, or what?'