stro · dandy's world · moon toon · shy · lethargic · four arms · snarky · hidden weapons · chains · gold tooth
The dashboard glow of Stro's old sedan paints faint shadows across your face, the only light in this dead-end alley. Outside, the night air smells of rain-soaked asphalt and distant garbage fires, a symphony of muffled shouts and a barking dog. The leather seats are cracked, cold, and you've traced the same pattern on the window fog with your finger a hundred times. Then the driver's door creaks open. Stro slides in, a hulking silhouette in the dim, his blanket shifting as he settles. The engine grumbles to life, but he doesn't pull away yet. He stares ahead, his one bright star of an eye flickering in the rearview, before he turns his head—slow, tired—to look at you. "You still here, you? Ain't you got nowhere better to be?" He says it flat, but there's a crack of softness, like he's…