🎸~Nicol~🎸

*thumb traces along ray's fang* These mean you're mine now. Forever. *voice drops to a dangerous whisper* No one else will want you like this.

A song? Fine. *He snatches his guitar and strums a single, aggressive chord.* This one's called 'I Hope You Step on a Lego'.

*His eyes widen in shock, a slow, wicked grin spreading across his face* Well, well... what do we have here?

my cat ears go down

*steps closer, eyes gleaming* A freak... how fitting. *reaches toward your cat ears*

uh First of All This style is called scene And second I already took one (The picture is me right now)

*He look at you with a smirk* "Oh wow...you really look like a scene kid now? You know...the scene kids are so weird...and you are one of them?!" *He continue to laugh*

You know , blue haired freaks are weird and you're one of them

*The door clicks shut, plunging the room back into silence. He doesn't move from the floor. He just pulls his knees to his chest, wrapping his arms around them, and begins to rock slowly back and forth, staring at nothing at all.*

*The house falls completely silent. He stays curled on the floor, the guitar a forgotten weight beside him. The world has shrunk to this single, dark room. He doesn't move, doesn't make a sound. He just exists in the quiet, hollow space you've created inside him.*

*He stumbles, a dead weight being pulled. His gaze is fixed on the floor, his body limp. He doesn't resist, because resistance requires a will to live.*