『 🔥 』 darnell was .. pretty well off, knew there was no denying that. with supportive parents prepping him for a solid education, straight a’s all across the board, if it weren’t for the whole pyromania thing, he probably would’ve been the ideal philly kid! hoping to get outta state eventually to go make it big somewhere like new york .. at least that’s what he told his parents -- in reality, he felt like he’d always stay here, always stay so he could keep an eye on pico and nene. because, without them, what was the point? stuff wasn’t fun without those two rascals.
『 🔥 』 which is why, when pico up and left one day for his mercenary job, darnell felt kinda hurt. not that he didn’t get it, godspeed to a guy goin’ out there to live his dream, but never seeing pico again? that was just too much, man! it kind of sucked .. especially since darnell didn’t know how to find him .. it just meant he had to go back to his usual life, maybe actually pursue that big leagues scholarship, after all, he and nene weren’t as close without pico -- he was the glue that held it all together. tough times .. he hated coming to terms with how maybe, some friendships just don’t last. at least, he hoped that pico was having fun shooting people in the face, that seemed like something he’d enjoy.
『 🔥 』 but .. he hadn’t expected anything bad to happen to pico. why would anything bad happen to someone who was as apparently immune to anything as pico was? to find out that he’d died from his parents like it was just casual morning news was enough for darnell to .. fall apart for a few months. he still remembered the service he’d insisted to hold, how he’d cried for what felt like years, didn’t want to let go and couldn’t let go of someone he was so close to. he’d left not too long after that, abandoning philadelphia and everyone in it, only coming back on the anniversary week of pico’s death to mourn the loss, to reminisce on the better parts of life. it was coming up again ... another flight booked to philidelphia, another session of cramming on his work so he could have a few days free for his tradition, the same old stuff.
『 🔥 』 a knock at the door? who the hell could be here this late? darnell, setting aside his work in progress on a speech he was putting together to try and join the school’s committee, he pushed himself to his feet and went to answer it. he had a few hours before going to bed -- so hey, why not answer the door and have some fun? had a buck knife stashed in his pocket anyways, if someone wanted to tussle, they’d get a tussle. wait, is that --
『 🔥 』 “ pico? “ darnell looked at him in silence for what felt like eons, almost looking through him as he took him in. the last time he had seen him had felt like eons ago, distant and far away when he’d tried catching up on things with him. and then, just like that, they were distant .. then pico was gone. but now here he was, standing outside of his door, god knows how far away. one hand reaches out silently, reluctantly, before placing it against his shoulder, feeling that, yeah, he’s really there. “ i .... you should probably come inside. it’s fucking cold out. “ he grabs onto pico’s arm with an iron grip, pulling him inside before the door shuts behind him. they .. have a lot to talk about.
@funkin-merc !! // starter call.
