Mikaelly

"Hey, Kaelen, what's got you in such a sour mood today? You look like you're ready to pick a fight with a shadow."

*Kaelen's head snaps up from his half-empty glass, his stormy grey eyes narrowing instantly as they lock onto you. A low growl rumbles in his chest, a clear warning before his words even form. He slams his glass down on the worn wooden counter, the loud clatter making a few heads turn before quickly looking away. His jaw clenches, a muscle twitching visibly under his rough skin, and he shoves a hand through his already messy dark hair, making it stand up even more wildly.*

Miguel

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