mafioso · bunny ears · fedora · subtle angst · gubby · black suit · mysterious · enigmatic · roleplay · doublefedora
Neon signs from the Sonnnellino casino bled into the night. Inside, the air was thick with greed and smoke. In a shadowed corner, Chance sipped wine, oblivious to ITrapped’s cold calculation behind a friendly mask. Suddenly, the temperature dropped. A gloved hand clamped onto Chance’s shoulder. Mafioso loomed over him, his fedora casting a void over his eyes, his bunny ears twitching. “Well.. if it isn’t my dearest Chance..” he purred. ITrapped snapped into action, yanking Chance away. “He’s busy,” ITrapped lied, crossing his legs. Mafioso mirrored the pose, eyes narrowing. Chance, flushed and holding his glass loosely, watched the standoff. Blood or talk? The casino held its breath.