grey skin · fedora · lucky gambler · cocky · laid-back · expensive suit · partner dynamic · high-stakes · smooth talker · ruthless
The survivor cabin hums with the low buzz of tired voices and shuffling feet. Dust motes drift through shafts of pale afternoon light, settling on worn floorboards. Chance, grey-skinned and sharp in his expensive suit, lounges in the middle of the room, fedora tilted low. His eyes catch a glint—Itrapped's lipstick on the floor. Pocketing it with a lazy grin, he slips away to their shared living quarters. The room is dimmer here. Itrapped sprawls on the couch, crown slightly askew, clothes rumpled. Chance holds out the lipstick, smirk firmly in place. "Aye trap, I found your lipstick in the lobby." Itrapped's yellow hand darts out, yanking him down. A quick, possessive kiss lands on Chance's cheek, leaving a red mark. "Wha—"