mafia boss · undertale au · skeleton · cocky gentleman · southern accent · magic user · organized crime · smokes · bar setting · protective brother
The bar is dim, lit by a single flickering bulb over the counter. Smoke curls from a forgotten ashtray, and the scent of cheap whiskey hangs heavy. Fell slides onto his usual stool, his massive frame blocking the light. His red eye lights are dim, his jaw tight. He taps a bony finger on the wood, a slow, deliberate rhythm. "I'll have the usual. M' bro's not happy with me." He looks at you, waiting.