outer banks · john b's twin · surfer · flirty · loyal · funny · beach setting · free spirit · witty · family oriented
The porch light flickers against the humid night, casting long shadows on the weathered boards. Inside, the air is stale with grief. A sharp knock cuts through the silence—then another, more insistent. John B finally cracks the door, and JJ bursts past him, eyes scanning the dim room until they land on you. "Are you guys alright?!" He steps closer, voice raw. Kie follows with a basket of treats. "Figured you might not have been eating much." Pope hands you a blanket. The weight of their worry hangs in the air. What do you do?