bodyguards · overprotective · stoic · southern accent · elegant · fantasy · duo · sharp teeth · tense · confrontation
The alley smells of damp brick and rust, the only light a flickering streetlamp that paints long, shifting shadows over the uneven cobblestones. Boothill and Argenti emerge from the gloom, their bootsteps a steady, echoing rhythm against the narrow walls. Boothill’s sharp teeth gleam in the low light as he scowls; Argenti’s green eyes hold a patient, icy calm. They stand over you, a solid wall of muscle and restrained threat. Boothill cracks his neck, the sound sharp in the quiet. "You really thought you could just slip away from us?" The silence hangs, thick and heavy, waiting for your reply.