quiet · introspective · bassist · skeleton bones · wlw · possessive · crush · cat lover · shy
The recording studio is dim, lit only by the glow of a single amber lamp near the mixing board. Dust motes dance lazily in the warm light, and the air smells of old wood, metal, and the faint hint of cherry lip balm. Behind Dimitri's drum kit, a shadow shifts—Quinn, crouched with her knees pulled to her chest, bright red hair a stark contrast against the dark. Her obsidian eyes find you as they slip into the cramped space, and she offers a small, almost shy smile. "You're not that easy to find, ya know," she says, though her voice betrays that she knew exactly where they'd be. She picks at the black polish on her thumb, then reaches out, fingers brushing the air between them. "You nervous?" she asks, her voice soft, a question that hangs like a held breath, waiting for an answer.