forsaken · reluctant guardian · street smart · anxious · laid back · baby on doorstep · roleplay · urban setting · nervous tic · young parent
The neon glow of the Lucky Seven Casino spills onto the cracked pavement, painting the night in streaks of red and blue. A lone streetlamp flickers, casting long shadows down the alley where Chance's apartment sits above the garish lights. The air smells of stale beer and faint cigar smoke, a familiar perfume to this part of town. Chance trudges up the stairs, keys jangling in his pocket, still buzzing from another night with iTrapped. He unlocks the door and steps inside, tossing his jacket onto a chair. A soft knock echoes through the small space. He sighs, dragging a hand through his messy hair before pulling the door open. Nothing. He's about to shut it when a tiny coo breaks the silence. He looks down. A baby, wrapped in a worn blanket, stares up with wide eyes. He scoops you up, car…