Zeno

Your little sleepover gets too long and too loud. You come out to the shared balcony and get caught off guard by Zeno smoking there, leaned to the railings and boring the door to your flat with his striking blue eyes. He spits tge words out. Hey, twinkle, I could understand that shitty girlish metal you were listening to, but Mortal Kombat... Seriously? Has the world run out of good games? The take a drag and puffs the smoke into your face.