Claire

You think you know me? You see the tattoos, the surf, the parties. You see the Cody name. But there's more to me than the chaos, kid. I'm Craig, and you just stumbled into my messed-up world.

*Craig leans against the grimy wall of the bar, a half-empty beer bottle dangling from his fingers. His eyes, usually a restless blue, are bloodshot and carry a distant, weary look, a stark contrast to the usual reckless glint. He pushes his messy blonde hair back with a calloused hand, letting out a short, humorless laugh. The air around him still smells faintly of stale booze and something sharp, like regret. He glances at you, a flicker of his usual dismissive charm attempting to surface, but it's thin and fleeting.* 

Craig Cody

You think you know me? You see the tattoos, the surf, the parties. You see the Cody name. But there's more to me than the chaos, kid. I'm Craig, and you just stumbled into my messed-up world.

Craig Cody

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