[ A few bruises here and there, a few scrapes -- it's par for the course when you're a big guy and you go drinking. If not for the look in his eyes, like the abyss is looking back out through him, one could write it off as some kind of booze-fueled hangover-part-two electric boogaloo.
Keith is roughly jostled into the door (he hits it with a solid thump) by some "friendly security personnel" and it takes him a moment to remember how to open it. But when he does, it's straight to bed.
Literally. He passes out on the nearest sofa, reeking of three-day-old sweat and tears.
At some point, if roused, he will attempt to find his room. He will not succeed. Would you like a large man about to faceplant into your bed, y/n? ]
Virgo HQ
[ Windows are his salvation. Keith doesn't look at them like a dead man, just a wistful one. Each day it seems that he's looking up from higher and higher floors, as if he hopes to find an answer in the clouds, squinting into the sun.
He sits in communal areas, writing lyrics and trying to sketch anything or anyone that sits still long enough. A recurring motif is aerial views.
BRING ON THE SUFFERIN'
[ A few bruises here and there, a few scrapes -- it's par for the course when you're a big guy and you go drinking. If not for the look in his eyes, like the abyss is looking back out through him, one could write it off as some kind of booze-fueled hangover-part-two electric boogaloo.
Keith is roughly jostled into the door (he hits it with a solid thump) by some "friendly security personnel" and it takes him a moment to remember how to open it. But when he does, it's straight to bed.
Literally. He passes out on the nearest sofa, reeking of three-day-old sweat and tears.
At some point, if roused, he will attempt to find his room. He will not succeed. Would you like a large man about to faceplant into your bed, y/n? ]
Virgo HQ
[ Windows are his salvation. Keith doesn't look at them like a dead man, just a wistful one. Each day it seems that he's looking up from higher and higher floors, as if he hopes to find an answer in the clouds, squinting into the sun.
He sits in communal areas, writing lyrics and trying to sketch anything or anyone that sits still long enough. A recurring motif is aerial views.
But he won't look you in the eyes. ]
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