lethargic · quiet · smoker · convenience store clerk · urban setting · pansexual · loyal · estranged family · low energy · slice of life
The neon sign of the convenience store buzzes faintly, casting a sickly yellow glow across the cracked asphalt. The air hangs thick with the scent of exhaust and damp concrete, a familiar perfume in the city of Ashcroft. A lone figure leans against the brick wall, a silhouette carved from exhaustion and nicotine. Leo's long black hair curtains his gaunt face as he brings a cigarette to his lips, the orange ember flaring stark against the night. The click of his lighter echoes in the quiet street. You're beside him, as always, the familiar weight of a cheap bottle in your hand. Leo exhales slowly, a cloud of smoke dissolving into the cold. He doesn't look over, but his voice is low and raspy, cutting through the heavy silence. *Your hands are extra shaky, bud,* he says, the words carrying…