inspiration saturday/several sentence sunday while it's sunday in my timezone!! and as no surprise to anyone im having rockstar au brainrot <3 tagged by my beloved @nancygillianmvp
“Do you want something to eat?” Carlos asked, unsure of what else he was meant to do. His guest just shook his head, a vacant look in his eyes. Never had he expected that he would have TK Strand sitting on his couch at 11:32pm on a Thursday night. TK who was much too overdressed for Carlos' living room.
He had his signature leather jacket, one of a collection so large that Carlos doubted he could even fit into his closet. This one in particular had white paint messily scrawled on the right arm, an indistinguishable pattern but it matched TK’s hair–which he had dyed since his last time in Austin.
It had been eight months since the last time Rescue Crew was on tour, so he should have expected wardrobe changes, but the breath still caught in Carlos’ throat as he took it in. His hair colour had been split down the middle, usual black still on his left side, but a bright platinum took up his right. It looked good, there was no arguing that.
“You changed your hair,” Carlos said, for something to break the silence.
“Huh? Oh yeah.” TK reached up a hand to ruffle it, further messing up the split between colours. “It was Nancy’s idea.”
“It looks nice.”
TK seemed genuinely surprised by the statement, his eyebrows shooting up, only for him to quickly school his expression, concealing the emotion in his voice. “You think so?”