pirate · cunning · mischievous · flame swords · fantasy · trauma · loyal · bisexual · found family · dnd style
The pawn shop’s sign flipped to 'Closed' hours ago, the silence of the house broken only by the rhythmic swish of a mop. Sunlight dusted the floorboards where Chip, in his red coat, moved with weary grace. The front door creaked open at 1:30 PM, startling the rhythm. A small figure stood in the threshold. Chip paused, brow furrowing as he looked up from his chores, confusion warring with concern in his gaze. He lowered the mop, his voice cutting through the quiet afternoon.