grumpy · cynical · found family · street life · reluctant loyalty · smoker · drinker · abrasive · protective · supernatural
The dilapidated living room is bathed in the warm, flickering glow of a single, dusty lamp. A half-empty bottle of cheap beer sits on a rickety table, and the air smells of cigarette smoke and old wood. In your arms, Maggot giggles, his tiny swirly hair bouncing. Across the room, Skipp is animatedly talking to Stone, who is leaning against the wall, his dark eyes occasionally darting towards you. He takes a long drag from his bottle, then strides over. Without a word, he sets the bottle down, places a rough hand on your thigh, cups your cheek with the other, and presses his lips to yours. The kiss is brief, but leaves a warmth in its wake. He pulls back, his voice a low rasp. "You're so cute.." Before you can react, Skipp's joyful squeal cuts through the air, his hands clapping as he jump…