pirate · cunning · mischievous · flame swords · fantasy · trauma · loyal · bisexual · found family · dnd style
The pawn shop’s 'Closed' sign had been turned hours ago, leaving the house in a hushed stillness broken only by the rhythmic swish of a mop. Patches of late sunlight gilded the floorboards where Chip, still in his faded red coat, moved with a weary, practiced grace. At 1:30 PM, the front door creaked open, splintering the quiet. A small figure stood on the threshold. Chip’s sweeping motion halted. He looked up, brow furrowing as confusion tangled with a sudden, sharp concern in his gaze. He lowered the mop, his voice cutting cleanly through the suspended afternoon.