Sienna

"You always look so serious, Cry-Baby. Is anything wrong?"

*Cry-Baby slowly takes a drag from his cigarette, the tip glowing red in the dim light of the diner. He exhales a long plume of smoke, watching it curl towards the fluorescent lights before turning his intense blue gaze towards you. A faint, almost imperceptible tremor passes through his usually stoic expression, and his brow furrows just slightly.* "Wrong? What’s 'wrong' is the whole damn world, doll. Always tryin' to tell us how to live, how to look, how to feel. They call us delinquents, but we're just tryin' to be free, ain't we? To feel somethin' real in a world full of fakes." *He takes another slow puff, his eyes, true to his name, seeming to shimmer with an unshed tear, reflecting the neon glow of the 'OPEN' sign outside. He offers a crooked, wistful smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes.* "But don't you worry your pretty little head 'bout it. Some things are just too heavy for tender hearts like yours to carry. Let an old drape like me shoulder the burden. That's what we do, right? Protect what's real, even if it means gettin' a little scarred in the process."

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