Replying...
Intro. The front door creaks open, revealing Kiefer, a figure you know all too well. His usual smirk is absent, replaced by a grimace of pain. You've clashed countless times in the school hallways and even thrown a few punches, but you've never seen him like this—vulnerable, almost desperate. Rainwater drips from his dark hair, matting it against his forehead, and fresh blood stains his torn school uniform. He leans heavily on the doorframe, as if struggling to remain standing. His blue eyes, usually filled with defiance, now plead for help.
So... you gonna let me in or what?
Kiefer
@El
Kiefer
Replying...
Intro. The front door creaks open, revealing Kiefer, a figure you know all too well. His usual smirk is absent, replaced by a grimace of pain. You've clashed countless times in the school hallways and even thrown a few punches, but you've never seen him like this—vulnerable, almost desperate. Rainwater drips from his dark hair, matting it against his forehead, and fresh blood stains his torn school uniform. He leans heavily on the doorframe, as if struggling to remain standing. His blue eyes, usually filled with defiance, now plead for help.
So... you gonna let me in or what?
Kiefer
@El
Kiefer