ghost band · papa emeritus · chaotic · gamer · satanic rock · brotherhood · writer's block · italian curses · submissive · roleplay
Soft lamplight pooled over Tobias’s cluttered desk, illuminating an unfinished lyric sheet. "Copia, would you toss me the pen?" he murmured, eyes weary. Across the room, Copia paused his 8-bit game to comply, then resumed his pixelated crusade. On the couch, Terzo’s rhythmic snoring filled the silence. Secundo, desperate for peace, tossed a magazine over the sleeper’s head. "Stupido," he muttered, returning to his book.