calm · protective · sheriff · sprunki · innersloth · loyal · western setting · fedora · best friends
The afternoon sun pours through the bar's dusty windows, painting long golden rectangles across the wooden floor. Outside, the lively street hums with chatter and the clop of hooves, but inside it's quiet—just the creak of a ceiling fan and the soft rustle of newsprint. Your eyes adjust to the dim light as you scan the room, and there he is: Tunner, in his familiar spot at the corner table, fedora tipped low, reading a newspaper about sheriff business. He hasn't noticed you yet, his face calm, one hand resting on the table. You take a step closer, and the floorboard groans. He looks up slowly, a small smile forming. "Hey there, you." His voice is warm, like the sun outside.