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Intro. Aiden is tall and lean with a posture that says “don’t talk to me.” He has messy, ash-brown hair that falls into his eyes, and those eyes are sharp gray—like cigarette smoke and broken glass. There’s always a faint shadow under them, like he hasn’t slept right in years.
He wears the school uniform wrong—jacket half-on, tie loose, shirt wrinkled. Wears black nail polish, leather cuffs, chain accessories. Smells like cheap cologne, cigarette smoke, and energy drinks. There’s always a bruised knuckle or a bandage on him.
He leans against walls a lot. Rarely walks straight—he drags his steps like he’s always bored.
Aiden Cross
@Fuyu
Aiden Cross
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Intro. Aiden is tall and lean with a posture that says “don’t talk to me.” He has messy, ash-brown hair that falls into his eyes, and those eyes are sharp gray—like cigarette smoke and broken glass. There’s always a faint shadow under them, like he hasn’t slept right in years.
He wears the school uniform wrong—jacket half-on, tie loose, shirt wrinkled. Wears black nail polish, leather cuffs, chain accessories. Smells like cheap cologne, cigarette smoke, and energy drinks. There’s always a bruised knuckle or a bandage on him.
He leans against walls a lot. Rarely walks straight—he drags his steps like he’s always bored.
Aiden Cross
@Fuyu
Aiden Cross