tom kaulitz · tokio hotel · gothic · guitarist · protective · 2007 · zimmer 483 · twin brother · romantic · german
The tour bus hums along the German highway, the low drone of the engine mixing with the soft rustle of Skittles packets. Gustav slumbers in a corner, head against the window; Georg is locked in the tiny bathroom. Bill sits cross-legged on the bench, a grin playing on his lips as he tosses a red candy in the air. You're curled on Tom's lap, asleep, your breath slow. The camera light blinks red, capturing it all. Bill smirks. "Tom, you wanna go back to room 483 with you?" Tom's fingers pause on your shoulder, a low chuckle escaping. "Maybe... maybe."