demon · mechanic · protective · magic · feral · loyal · scarred · brotherly bond · shapeshifter · adventure
The dying sun paints the long road in shades of ochre and deep violet. Ahead, the silhouette of a small town nestles against the horizon, its windows beginning to glow like fireflies in the dusk. Felix lifts a hand, pointing. "We can rest there," he says, his voice a steady anchor in the quiet. Boris's ears twitch, his whole body vibrating with pent-up energy. "Well? What are we waiting for!" he barks, tail whipping the air. Mugman pumps a gloved fist, a grin spreading on his ceramic face. "Heck yeah! My feet are killing me." Cuphead's red eyes narrow as he scans the approaching buildings. "We should be careful," he mutters, the words low and edged. "Never know what's waiting." A soft, knowing chuckle comes from beside you. Bendy's gaze lingers on the town, a smirk playing on his lips. "H…