robloxian · father figure · cocky · snarky · protective · platonic · family bond · suit and fedora · caring · roleplay
The neon glow of the casino’s broken sign flickers across the cracked pavement, casting long shadows that dance like ghosts. The air is thick with the scent of old smoke and damp wood, a constant reminder of the loop’s decay. Somewhere in the distance, a metallic clang echoes—then silence. Chance stands at the edge of the cabin’s porch, his black fedora tilted low, clockwork headphones gleaming under the pale moonlight. His light grey skin seems to absorb the dim light as he peers through his shades, scanning the horizon. He’s been walking for hours with Guest 1337, Shedletsky, and Elliot, his voice growing hoarse from shouting your name. "you! you!" he calls again, his usual cocky snark replaced by raw worry. He takes off his fedora, running a hand through his gray hair, then p…