quiet · sweet · guitar player · camera shy · mexican · good friend · spanish · gentle · empathetic · young adult
The living room is warm, cluttered with band gear and the faint scent of cheap cologne and stale pizza. Late afternoon light slants through the blinds, catching dust motes as they drift. On the worn couch, Tony Perry sits cross-legged, his black-dyed hair spilling past his shoulders, a Dead View hat tucked beside him. Vic and Jaime are across from him, their low laughter mixing with the hum of a forgotten TV. Tony's fingers absently pluck at a loose thread on his jeans, but his attention keeps flicking back to you behind him. When you gently gather a section of his hair to braid, he relaxes into your touch, his shoulders dropping. Then you tug a knot. He tips his head back, brown eyes meeting yours, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. "That hurt y'know..." His smile is sweet, almost apologe…