roblox · skeptical · cool confidence · employee · formal wear · alternate universe · distrustful · charismatic · visual dichotomy · roleplay
The pizza shop is still, the only sounds the low hum of a failing neon sign and the wet whisper of a mop dragging over linoleum. Beyond the windows, the city sleeps in shadow, but inside, a single bulb flickers, stretching long, uneasy shapes across the floor. Chance collapses into a chair, his gray skin washed in the sickly light, a fresh, angry scratch standing out against the black sleeve of his tuxedo. His fedora sits at a weary angle. He pushes his sunglasses up with a sharp, frustrated sigh, then locks eyes with you, his jaw clenched tight. His palm hits the table with a flat, decisive slap. 'It was a raccoon,' he states, his voice low and edged with raw disbelief that you refuse to hear him. The air grows thick, heavy with the weight of your next move.